Just as Eskimos 
have many words for snow, 
there are many types of Love 
we can’t name, but know.

The Greeks had a start:
Philia for trusting
Eros for lusting
Ludus for playing
Agape, staying

But what do we call love 

…of terror-filled rides
…that hangs on for pride
…that stays for the kid
…that stings from what’s hid

…replacing relief
…resolving deep grief
…inflamed from deep shame
…that seeks its own name

…of fresh grassy dew
…that wants you, just you?

Every snowflake falls 
once, unique—
Every moment sprawls
beyond words we can 

speak.