Love is the tree we used to kiss under
Love is the light of the lightning and the thunder
Love is the bang of fireworks that sent you scrambling for the dark
Love is the swings we used to swing on in the park
Love is eight fingers and two thumbs intertwined
Love is winding you up before you started to unwind
Love was the image we couldn't get out of our minds
Love was me waiting to see you and anxiously checking the time
Love was showing up outside your house with a bag of flowers
Love was wanting to spend not minutes with you but hours
Love was going for walks and reading books and having talks
Love was not a secret that prowled and slithered and sneaked and stalked
Love was not something pure
Love was not wanting less or more
Love was something not meant to be
Love was something you could both feel and see
Love was something unexpected
Love was something that tore and wrecked and
Love was something you would know if 'I' were 'We'
Love was something that made us more than just happy
Love was something that made it worthwhile
Love was something we planned on a map and we
Loved with a love that made us smile and loved with a love felt through cuddles during naps and it made us laugh from November till May as we lay on piles of human emotions nesting at the bottom of the ocean my arms wrapped around you warmed by the simple notion of that tree, old with yew leaves, bringing life and death whenever it pleased and on our knees we leaned against it as the sky wept and closed our eyes and slept dreaming as we curled and unfurled dreaming about nothing and dreaming of each other's worlds...