It is the dripping juiciness of ripe mangos on a parched tongue
or the smoothness of rippling silk as it touches your skin
or perhaps the sweetest strawberry dipped in liquid chocolate?
Love could be the aroma of double espresso just before it reaches your lips,
or is it the smoky woody smell of a newly lit fire?
All is love.
Love is also the stormy greys of long worried nights
love is restless broken sleep that drains energy from your soul,
love is eyes heavy from sadness.
But love is also the ashen face that looks at you when days are bad and you are brave.
Love is you starting the fight once more as realisation arrives in your eyes.
Love is also the beautiful eyes of family members whose tender glances record their own story.
Love is the strong arms that support and guide your way.
Love is the dearest child who stokes your hair with such beautiful gentle hands.
Love is our private moments that make difficult days better,
love is that look across the room that says it all.
Love is all these things...
And all these things are love,