Love comes gently.

A grazing of hands or

A smile.

It is then that you will realize that love,

Is not searched for,

But found.

 

Love sticks like gooey s'mores.

It will leave you questioning

More questions than answers when it tries to answer

But

Once you get a taste,

It will make you crave more

 

Love will make you nervous

She-it will make those ticking time bombs go off

Those butterflies will flutter

Every little movement will rattle you

Is it okay to hold love’s hand?

Is it too soon?

These thoughts will be the only thing going through your mind when you are with her

Or him

Or not together for days

Or on the verge of sleep

Or eating alone

Or showering way too far into the day

Love's warmth will not fade.

 

Love will be your best friend.

Love laughs with her eyes crinkled up tight

Love likes to play with your hair when you rest your head on her lap.

Love sits criss-cross applesauce on the floor while it's raining without hesitation.

Love is beautiful in the rain.

Love is beautiful at sunset.

Love is beautiful in the moonlight.

Love is beautiful.

 

Love does not think she is beautiful.

Love does not understand she is art.

This is what I am here for.

I tell Love she is beautiful.

I remind Love she is art.  

 

It is then that you realize that love is no longer a concept,

But a person.