What is Love?

What is love truly?

There are so many forms I have lost track,

Lost track of ones that surround me,

The ones on which I fall back.

The love of my friends is something special,

But I worry,

As my love turns into something else,

Their love withers away and the world around me turns blurry.

The love of family is warm and unyielding,

Their arms envelop me with support,

And they try to understand my feelings.

Yet sometimes I hide my love,

Just as they hide theirs,

Because I’m afraid that if I give away too much,

I’ll find that no one cares.