What Is Love?
Love is a slow kiss goodnight
It is anticipation.
Love is an imperfection in yourself
not bothering you.
It is acceptance.
Love is passing up an opportunity
because the time is not right yet.
It is patience.
Love is a back massage that starts
above the hairline and ends
around the innersoles.
It is exploration.
Love is not having to say,
"Let us make love", because you know
what the other person wants.
It is understanding.
Love is being given an honest chance to say no
when you thought you were committed.
It is consideration.
Love is saying the perfect phrase
to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles.
It is humor.
Love is being told, "Stop and I will kill you".
It is desire.
Love is reviewing the damage to your living room
and realizing personal effects are strewn
in a clockwise pattern from the front door
to the bedroom.
It is abandonment.
Love is seeing what your lover really looks
like for the first time.
It is truth.
Love is knowing what time it is and not caring.
It is joy.
Love is the arms around you
tightening their embrace.
It is ecstasy.
Love is telling a person, if you have to leave,
you will let them sleep,
and being told they would rather be awakened.
It is tenderness.
Love is waking up to find the subject of
the dream you were having
asleep on your shoulder.
It is where fantasy meets reality.
Love is being there to wake your lover... slowly.
It is sensuousness.
Love is belatedly knowing why you
bought a king size bed three years ago.
It is practicality.
Love is two people only taking up a
third of a king size bed.
It is closeness.
Love is knowing you gave the extra
set of keys to the right person.
It is trust.
Love is saying goodbye and knowing you
will be back by mutual consent.
It is faith.
Love is stretching your arms and discovering
the real meaning of the word "sore".
It is a lesson in human frailty.
Love is opening your medicine cabinet and
finding your tooth-paste turned into a pretzel.
It is adaptation.
Love is sitting at the window,
looking out, and remembering
who you were with the night before.
It is reflection.
Love is hearing the weather forecast
for a winter storm, and wishing
you could spend it in bed with your lover.
It is loneliness.
Love is stories that will never be told.
It is personal.