what is love?

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Love is not just a tree
Standing in the shade with a special someone
It is also a sapling
You planted with your father years ago.

Love is not just a movie
You’re watching in the theatre cosying up with her
It’s that old sitcom
You and your mother still joke about.

Love is not just a walk on the beach
Holding hand, touching faces
It is building sandcastles with your sister
Tearing them down and building them up again.

Love is not just a letter
Sweet noting’s written in the margins
It is the smiley next to your perfect score
Assuring you that you made someone proud today.

Love is not just the altar, the chapel and the aisle
Not the festivities or the first dance
It is the late night messages you send your best friend
Asking what she’ll wear tomorrow.

Love is not just a rush, an infatuation
Not just a promise or a commitment
Love is care, compromise, it’s big laughter and smiles
Love is poetry but also prose with the beauty and fragility of an old rose.


















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