Poetry

Love is …

Love is natural.

It’s a hand on the base of your back,

A mouth that wants to kiss only you,

An ear that’s always willing to listen,

A shoulder to rest your head on,

A smile just for you in a room of people,

And a wink when none of them are looking.

It’s a body for you to wrap around,

An arm for you to hold onto,

And a chest for you to lie on.

It blocks out all the noise in your head

So that all you can hear is their heartbeat.

Love is peace.

Love is casual.

It is routine and comfort,

So easy to get lost in

We almost don’t realise it’s there.

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