Love?

"What is love?" you asked

The tides of the oceans

Going wild at the moon's proximity

The tears shredding from clouds

To meet its beloved ground

The falling leaves 

In the yearning of autumn

The sun going breathless every night

To give life to the night sky

The blooming of flowers 

On the onset of the season of spring

The waves coming back to the shore

After being pushed every time

And many more ways

In which the world may describe

But for me

It's just the definition of you.