Love´s not flowers, cards, chocolates & dining out,
Not the trinkets & champagne to remove all doubt,
It´s not garbing in satins & silks, to merely impress,
Love is a soul thing, stripped of dross & all that dress.
Love´s the look, the touch & the “just being there”,
Not the lace covered breast, nor the pearls in hair,
Love can be the argument, that niggle & that nag,
Love is a soul thing, outliving the wrinkles & sags.
Love´s that place, where hidden dreams are kissed,
The nitty-gritty of life & all the things you´ve missed,
It´s words of endearment, & sometimes well barbed,
Love is a soul thing, at times easy, at other times, hard.