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.