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You will not know what love is
When chemistry floods your brain,
When butterflies fly in your belly,
When they know exactly how to pull you closer—
Fingers tracing the back of your neck,
Through your hair,
Bringing your lips to theirs.

So close you can feel their soft, sweet breath
Entering your body,
As if their soul is merging with yours,
And yours with theirs.

When a jolt of electricity runs through you,
Delivering you to burning desire,
Raising the temperature in the room,
Lighting fireworks within you,
Dropping you to your knees,
Leaving you begging, please.

You will not know they are the one.
You will not know what love is.
You will know what passionate lust is.

But love is different.

You will know they are the one
When you feel safe,
When your needs are met,
When they support your dreams.

When their presence brings calm and comfort,
And your trust stays unbroken.

When discussions lead to growth,
And apologies are heartfelt, sincere.

When your agency is not taken away,
And your freedom is not a threat but encouraged.

When they make life a little less heavy,
A bit more colorful.
When they see the beauty of your soul,
Admire the depth of your thoughts,
And are captivated by the brilliance of your mind.

And finally, you will know...

Not in the rush, the spark, the fire.
Not when your head is in the clouds,
But when your feet are firmly on the ground.

You’ll feel it in the calm,
When love simmers slow and steady—
Its hum gentle, its noise low.

About this poem

"What Love Is" explores the profound contrast between fleeting, passionate lust and the steady, enduring qualities of true love. It begins with the intensity of desire—chemistry, butterflies, and electric moments that captivate and consume. But the poem challenges this idea of instant connection, asserting that love is something deeper, quieter, and more grounded. This piece is a journey of reflection, encouraging us to rethink what it truly means to know someone is “the one” and what love is.  

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Written on December 28, 2024

Submitted by L.B.Fisher on December 28, 2024

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Luciana Fisher

 · 1982 · Niteroi RJ

Luciana Fisher is a Brazilian-American immigrant, rising poet, and passionate writer currently pursuing a BA in Social Sciences with a concentration in Economics at New York University (NYU). After graduating with honors from BMCC and earning an associate's degree in the Arts of Economics, she reignited her passion for poetry, which helped her in overcoming challenges after a cancer diagnosis. Her writing explores themes of identity, vulnerability, personal growth, and the intricacies of communication through poetry and prose. more…

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  • BellaTheMilkCarton
    I like this
    LikeReply 110 hours ago
  • gary_dean
    If you get through the chemicals you come to a place where character matters, if you are wise you can build a fine life. The trick is recognizing the chemical mind when it flares again, and again. Putting a name to it can master it, but few are taught the nature of the human mind and the root of attraction, so the chemical thrill becomes the goal and addiction. I wish success to everyone brave enough to tempt the power. I know few who have mastered love, hence the poetry of pain. Perhaps the poetry of science can help, someday. Great poem. Hope springs eternal. 
    LikeReply 111 hours ago
    • L.B.Fisher
      Thank you for your insightful comment—it adds such depth to the conversation! I completely agree that recognizing the 'chemical mind' and its flares is key to understanding the nature of attraction versus lasting love. The distinction between the thrill of chemistry and the foundation of character is profound, yet often overshadowed by how Hollywood and the media commodify love, glorifying the rush and thrill for the big screen. This addiction to 'chemical love' becomes the goal, an unrealistic ideal, leaving so many chasing fleeting highs rather than building enduring connections.
      Mastering love, or even understanding it fully, does feel elusive—hence the poetry of pain you mentioned. Perhaps the poetry of science will help guide us someday, but for now, reflecting on these truths and sharing perspectives like yours keeps hope alive. Thank you for your kind words about the poem and for sharing your thoughtful reflections! 
      LikeReply 111 hours ago
    • gary_dean
      you have a masterful command of the language, and I like your character coming through in the words you write.
      LikeReply10 hours ago
    • L.B.Fisher
      Thank you, Gary. In this era of AI, where so many poems seem to use the same words—Tapestry, Woven, Embrace, Grace, Unfold, Entwine, Divine, Shining—I feel like I can spot an AI poem a mile away. It’s really important to me to keep my voice and authenticity. I don’t think of myself as a great writer, but I strive to be an honest one. For me, it’s not about the wordplay as much as it is about capturing the feelings I want to share and the stories I want to tell. 
      LikeReply7 hours ago

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