Like the Spring Sun rising in the North
Your tireless mirth
Melts the frozen shackles of melancholy
Releasing our hearts to the warmth of eternal joy
Why do people think they know what Love is?
Writers muse for endless eternities,
describing all of the conduits
Yet rarely scrape the surface of
Love’s resolute nature.
Love is recognition of
that of yourself that you worship
Measured in another soul.
Love is someone who kisses as good as you do
And yet you could learn a few tricks from.
Love is afternoons swinging in a hammock
Playing with your lover’s hair.
Love is touching them just SO
And watching them gasp with excitement.
Love is getting up, to make them a cup of coffee,
At 530am, when its your day off.
Love is the warm tongue of
“thank you” kissing your ear before
They depart, leaving you wanting them more.
Love is a quickie in the shower
Before heading off to work
And at lunch
And while driving home after work
And before making dinner
And while watching TV
And just before you pass out for the night
And thinking your dreaming only to wake up
Wrapped in each other’s arms.
Love is holding their hair while they puke
Cleaning up the mess
Never complaining about it
Even after they try to kiss you
Before brushing their teeth.
Love is never measuring their faults
According to your gauges
Because you know you are as broken as they.
Love is being wicked together
Love is never having to say you’re sorry
But doing it anyway, right or wrong!
Love is a Demi and Patrick moment
A Jennifer and Patrick moment
An Ellen and Patrick moment
A Gates McFadden and Patrick moment
An Alice and Patrick moment
A David and Neil Patrick moment.
Love is not revealing the losers
Of the next Game of Thrones Death Match
Love is sticking it out for three more months
To let that emotion Pass
And finding the Passion
To Renew the Love that is.