Love is not/ Love is

#10

convalogues — Tue, 13 May 2008 11:59:58 +0000

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.

convalogues — Sun, 11 May 2008 15:40:15 +0000

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.

convalogues — Sun, 11 May 2008 15:29:16 +0000

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.

convalogues — Sun, 11 May 2008 15:22:14 +0000

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.

convalogues — Sun, 11 May 2008 15:11:33 +0000

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.

convalogues — Sun, 11 May 2008 14:50:58 +0000

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.

convalogues — Sun, 11 May 2008 14:39:19 +0000

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.

convalogues — Sun, 11 May 2008 14:19:50 +0000

Love is not the song he sang to her on their wedding day;

Love is his soft crooning by her side while she dreams.

convalogues — Sun, 11 May 2008 14:08:54 +0000

Love is not about never having to say “I’m sorry”;

Love is about saying “I’m sorry too.”

convalogues — Sun, 11 May 2008 13:55:28 +0000

Love is not the promise that he gave her to become a better man;

Love is the same promise he gave himself when he first laid eyes on her.