Love Is...

Love is

waiting in the rain

and naming each water drop

to pass the time.

Love is

coming home

and feeling safe

like you don’t feel any other place.

Love is

walking on air

and not giving a care

people seeing you a foot off the ground.

Love is

calling someone honey

and not feeling

self conscious about it.

Love is

eating ice cream in winter,

and eating a roast

in the summer heat.

Love is

playful.

Love is

painful.

Love is

never having to say sorry,

but saying it anyway

without giving it a thought.

Love is

a Sunday dinner.

Your warm hand in mind.

Watching the sky change to night.

Love is

only having eyes for the sweet ugly boy,

and thinking he is the most

handsome man in the world.

Love is

the passing of time,

and not knowing

where the years went.

Love is

looking back

and not wanting

to change a moment.