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.
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