The Rhythm of One

Love is not love if only in books and songs In romantic movies and poems it belongs It is life itself; an experience we share A personal history of concern, commitment and care Love is a voice that will soothe and caress A heart that is uneasy, a mind in distress It is a look that says, "I'm here, I know life isn't fair. Pour out your troubles, I'll listen, I'll always be there." Love is a smile, on both the lips and the eye A suggestive twinkle and a warm good-bye It is a message that needs no gesture or voice Yet, in that twinkle it says, "In your company, I rejoice." Love is the soft touch of one hand in the other The gentle massage of one heart by another That occurs when those fingers do gently squeeze And say, "As long as we are together, life will be a breeze." Love is not love if only in an expensive jewel or gift Can it offer us comforts, our flagging spirits lift Love is life itself, the acts that are done When two hearts celebrate with the rhythm of one.