What is love?
I ask myself
Because lately it feels as if
There's none left
But I see it in my nana
And the way she beams
After my granddaddy
Compliments her right in front of me
And I see it in soft words
And in tender care
I see it in random flowers
And the expressions one wears
Because love is not materialistic
It is wholesome and true
It is what I wish to feel
When it comes to you
Love is providing aid
When you are troubled
And helping out anyways
When the mess has doubled
It's doing things for your partner
Just because they like it
And spending time together
Even if it's not romantic
Love is home cooked meals
And the smell of soft cookies
It is the candid photos taken
When you know they aren't looking
Love is sincere
And is hard to find
Because if I have to wonder what your love is
Then it must not be mine
What is love? 7/8/24 10:24
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