Love is not/ Love is
Love, in so many words#10
Love is not the everyday discovery of new things to love about him;
Love is the everyday discovery of new things to love about herself.
#9
Love is not the rush she feels as his breath bears upon her cheek, their glasses tinkling together;
Love is the security she feels as she wakes up, knowing that he did not lay a finger on her while she slept.
#8
Love is not her acceptance of his parents’ strange peculiarities;
Love is her gratitude to them for giving life to and raising the man she respects.
#7
Love is not the bouquet she receives from him every year;
Love is the single petal in the attic, pressed between the poems which bear her name.
#6
Love is not the arousal that he gets from seeing her bare naked breasts;
Love is the knowledge that they belong to the woman whom he would give everything up for.
#5
Love is not the way he looked at her as her beautiful summer dress fluttered in the wind;
Love is the way she let his wine spill on it as he reached over to kiss her for the first time.
#4
Love is not the umbrella he holds close above their heads;
Love is the helter-skelter of their running in the rain after she gave it away to a stranded old lady.
#3
Love is not the song he sang to her on their wedding day;
Love is his soft crooning by her side while she dreams.
