Love comes gently.
A grazing of hands or
It is then that you will realize that love,
Is not searched for,
Love sticks like gooey s'mores.
It will leave you questioning
More questions than answers when it tries to answer
Once you get a taste,
It will make you crave more
Love will make you nervous
She-it will make those ticking time bombs go off
Those butterflies will flutter
Every little movement will rattle you
Is it okay to hold love’s hand?
Is it too soon?
These thoughts will be the only thing going through your mind when you are with her
Or not together for days
Or on the verge of sleep
Or eating alone
Or showering way too far into the day
Love's warmth will not fade.
Love will be your best friend.
Love laughs with her eyes crinkled up tight
Love likes to play with your hair when you rest your head on her lap.
Love sits criss-cross applesauce on the floor while it's raining without hesitation.
Love is beautiful in the rain.
Love is beautiful at sunset.
Love is beautiful in the moonlight.
Love is beautiful.
Love does not think she is beautiful.
Love does not understand she is art.
This is what I am here for.
I tell Love she is beautiful.
I remind Love she is art.
It is then that you realize that love is no longer a concept,
But a person.