Love Is
Love is a tormenting tale of
The back and forth and lack of gain
And soggy pillow on dampened face
And rain soaked walks hand in hand
Sharing things that don’t really matter;
Seeing the mountains in another’s ant hills;
Waking up the oyster in someone else’s shell;
Doing the things you’d never do,
just to see their eyes smile at you;
Renouncing breathing to make a kiss last;
Treasuring their faults and learning to admit your own;
Apologizing when you know you’re right;
Learning to tease instead of bicker;
Sticking by for the light show when you’re angry as thunder
And then dancing together in the rain;
Performing miracles in someone else’s name;
Covering every inch of wall with that person’s face;
Waking up with a smile on a rainy day;
Imitating their speech patterns unconsciously;
Becoming a part of another family and
Making room for one more person in yours;
Sharing forks and straws without a care
And having a collective stock of germs;
Looking away from a seductive stare
And enfolding that person in your arms;
Bumping together under the same umbrella,
Better to have two wet than one dry;
Eskimo kisses under an igloo of blankets;
Being in a room full of people
with one set of eyes that never leave you;
It is the person that you love to disagree with,
And the phone calls before you go to sleep
With words that imply they’re thinking of you too;
Car rides together, singing on the top of your lungs;
Inside jokes that aren’t funny, but always make you laugh;
Compromises at blockbuster on the movie you’ll rent;
Trips you plan to take together that you never get around to;
Days apart that feel like slow deaths;
Break-ups and make-ups and relationship hiccups,
And the inability to imagine looking at anyone else over your coffee;
It is the elastic waste band, that grows with you;
The arm that shoots out to catch you when you slip;
The jacket slipped round your shoulders when you shiver;
The letters and packages that arrive when you’re away;
The shoulder sponging up your sadness;
An honest voice to tell you when you’re wrong;
The tremulous snores that rock you to sleep;
Passing of notes back and forth through your eyes.
Love is the indefinable feeling,
That you have to discover for yourself.
The back and forth and lack of gain
And soggy pillow on dampened face
And rain soaked walks hand in hand
Sharing things that don’t really matter;
Seeing the mountains in another’s ant hills;
Waking up the oyster in someone else’s shell;
Doing the things you’d never do,
just to see their eyes smile at you;
Renouncing breathing to make a kiss last;
Treasuring their faults and learning to admit your own;
Apologizing when you know you’re right;
Learning to tease instead of bicker;
Sticking by for the light show when you’re angry as thunder
And then dancing together in the rain;
Performing miracles in someone else’s name;
Covering every inch of wall with that person’s face;
Waking up with a smile on a rainy day;
Imitating their speech patterns unconsciously;
Becoming a part of another family and
Making room for one more person in yours;
Sharing forks and straws without a care
And having a collective stock of germs;
Looking away from a seductive stare
And enfolding that person in your arms;
Bumping together under the same umbrella,
Better to have two wet than one dry;
Eskimo kisses under an igloo of blankets;
Being in a room full of people
with one set of eyes that never leave you;
It is the person that you love to disagree with,
And the phone calls before you go to sleep
With words that imply they’re thinking of you too;
Car rides together, singing on the top of your lungs;
Inside jokes that aren’t funny, but always make you laugh;
Compromises at blockbuster on the movie you’ll rent;
Trips you plan to take together that you never get around to;
Days apart that feel like slow deaths;
Break-ups and make-ups and relationship hiccups,
And the inability to imagine looking at anyone else over your coffee;
It is the elastic waste band, that grows with you;
The arm that shoots out to catch you when you slip;
The jacket slipped round your shoulders when you shiver;
The letters and packages that arrive when you’re away;
The shoulder sponging up your sadness;
An honest voice to tell you when you’re wrong;
The tremulous snores that rock you to sleep;
Passing of notes back and forth through your eyes.
Love is the indefinable feeling,
That you have to discover for yourself.