What Is Love?

What is love but time and fate and hope and want? We toss them into a bowl and mix with his tear and her vein, with your grin and my name. What is love but a year plus a year plus a few more if you have some good luck? A week away or a warm hug in bed, a cup of tea, that one word said. What is love, but a film or a song on a loop in your head? A kiss on a brow and hand held when sick, to just know you are the one that he’d pick. Love is a word made up of my half that I can then add to your part. The LO is me and the VE is you and each one will just not work on its own - so we’d best stay and grow as one, like skin upon bone.