Love Is...

Love is a carefully crafted mix tape, for her, when you hate every song,
Love is saying ‘yes, you’re right’, even when you know she’s wrong,
Love is randomly laughing at something funny she said yesterday,
Love is a picture of her in your pocket when she’s away,

Love is hating every song on the list, but it’s still top of the pile,
Love is knowing he’s wrong, but being sure he’ll agree in a while,
Love is hoping he laughs at your jokes, your mistakes,
Love is a tear or two when you’re apart, it aches,

Love is careless when it’s pouring with rain and her lips are on yours,
Love is a goodbye as she boards her plane, and waving as it soars,
Love is endurance of chick flicks, shoe shopping and PMT,
Love is 24/7, never crowded but beautifully free,

Love is a frozen, forced smile despite rain drenched toes,
Love is feeling him there, thousands of feet in the air, up up she goes,
Love is pretending you enjoy gangster films, football and beer,
Love is tranquillity, contentedness, no need for fear,

Love is he.
Love is she.
Love is us.
Love is we.

Last Love Song

I expect you'll roll your azure eyes,
Flicker them, amused, towards grey skies,
Until now, hope has brightly clung on,
Has stared so intently into the sun,
Blinded, impossible I could be wrong,
...Today I will write the last love song,

As a tree shakes great golden leaves away,
You do to me, like child's play,
If love warrants proof, I've a lyric, a rhyme,
Fourteen lines to make you mine,
Oh, fruitful years and bridges burned,
Wasted pen, a heart unreturned,

Exhausted now by wishes, this verse is through,
And this, the last love song I'll write to you