What Does True Love Feel Like

What is love?

Is it loving someone to the extent of losing yourself,
So much that there is no end to one or the other?
Or is it finding yourself in someone's love,
When you, for the first time, realize your worth?
Is it when the whole world seems meaningless,
Without that one person by your side?
Or is it when the world becomes more beautiful,
If there is but a hint of someone's breath?

What is love?

Is it when you could drown to death everything,
For one drop of tear that falls from someone's eyes?
Or is it when you could color the winds and skies,
To bring even a flicker of a smile on someone's lips?
Is it when you could give away your very existence,
So that someone's dreams could freely breathe?
Or is it when you could be a ruthless conqueror,
In order to turn around someone's false denials?

What is love?

Is it when you would willingly choose death itself,
So that someone else will have a moment's life?
Or is it holding on to life's anguished minutes,
When someone doesn't want to let you go?
Is it when you are willing to live together forever,
Till death does you part and, if possible, even beyond?
Or is it when you slip away into excruciating distance,
If it means someone will be more safe and happy?

What is love...

What I know to be relatively true is this:
True love is all these and more -
'Cause love is a rainbow of many colors -
It brings out the best and the worst in men,
It give wings to fly and fins to swim,
It makes you laugh from deep within your soul,
Yet it has your heart ripped apart with its tears,
Surprisingly, love can make you the Star and the Scum!

What I know to be perfectly true is this:
No man on earth can truly love a fellow being,
For loving costs every drop of self-consciousness,
Yet Perfect Love can still be found at Calvary,
Where the One who owns everything that's been created -
Gladly left His Power, Throne and His awesome Glory -
And carried me to His table wrapped in His mercy,
When Jesus lived, died and lived again all for me!