What Is Love?
What is love
but time and fate and hope and want?
We toss them into a bowl and mix
in his tear and then her vein,
add your grin along with 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 loop in your head?
A kiss upon brow and hand held when sick,
to just know you're the one that he’d pick.
Love is a word
made up of my half added to your part:
the LO is me and the VE is you,
with neither working alone.
So we’d best stay and grow as one,
like skin upon bone.
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