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.