Love is the scar on your knee’s your mother kissed.
Love is the battered package you received in the mail the other day.
Love is the sound of the wind escaping through the small gap in your window.
Love is the orange glow the fire cast on your lovers skin.
Love is hands worn with time and the things they have made.
Love is your nieces’s tangled curly hair.
Love is building forts at midnight and laughing uncontrollably.
Love is reading green eggs and ham over and over and OVER.
Love is knowing when not to give up.
Love is eating dinner on an Italian patio listening to Frank Sinatra.
Love is dancing in the rain to “Home”.
Love is lemon drop colored leaves.
Love is the half smile you wear.