Love is...
Love is romantic evening of picnic lunch,
Looking at each other with gental touch,
Their eyes will meet and their lips will
touch,
Their trembling arms will reach and clutch,
Knowing someone will alway be there.
Love is never having to say good bye,
Or leave forever from your partner's side,
Having somewhere to come from the rain,
Staying in each others arms till morning
is day.
Having refuge from the angry world.
Love is standing together on windless nights,
Crying out for one's affections,
His eyes stunned from her great beauty,
Her arms steghted out and together again,
Never parting.
The National Library of Poetry.