A Thought on ‘Equivocal’

Is what I feel called love? The way I feel when that person smiles at me and my heart pounds in my chest? Can I really call that love? I’ll leave it down to this: I don’t really know what it’s called. If it’s love, it’s love. But we can only really understand this when the right time comes. And what I realize is that the right time for me is not here yet. So here I am. Right here, I am waiting.

This poem is beautiful. Really. Even though it’s short, it still portrays the feelings wanted to be portrayed by the writer. It has a very meaningful opinion to what love really is. Truly inspiring.


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