Love Is,
When a touch to the attic of your mind
kisses the windows to your heart and lights up the basement of your soul

Love Is,
When the tree that spied on our first kiss and the pretty flower that you picked, remind me of your tenderness

Love Is,
When a text you sent me made my day
a look, a glance and your eyes would only see me.

Love Is,
When you're inspired by my words and although sometimes they do un-nerve
but you remember suddenly
that love is.


© Carol Kirby