Love Is

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 Philanthropic together Rebellious together Complacent together 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.