Love is the smile on your parent's face.It fills my lungs and brain and heart,Filling my thoughts and overtaking my actionsThat freeing pride, That weightless weight, No expectations pressuring your back.When nothing is more right than ever,When no one could make it better but them.I’ve never done anything like this before,Yet it feels better than anything I ever haveIt gives me sight yetSomehow Makes me blind.Without their forceful hurt,Their crashing expectations, And their double meanings, The deceitful love of a parent's care.As you finally feel content enough to be yourself,Without their thought.Love is careless, Freeing, Attracting, Amazing, Coursing through my veins and making me Whole.