Love,

Love is the beating of your babies’ heart next to yours,
And the feel of a warm, fleece blanket wrapped around your body.

A box of delicious chewy chocolates enclosed in a bright red heart shaped box,
It’s the color of a fine red wine or a piping juicy steak.

The aroma emanating from a dozen red roses in a vase on your tabletop,
Or the smell of spicy apple cinnamon cider simmering on the stovetop.

Nestled in front of a roaring fire with the snowy white outdoors beyond your windows,
Watching the waves gently lap over the seashell-strewn beach

Love is your hair blowing in a zippy red convertible,
Or a fire truck racing to put out a raging fire.

The feel of your puppy’s tongue licking your face,
And a sleeping kitten purring in your lap.


Buying a fabulous pair of Christian Louboutins,
And the sight of a beautiful wedding dress coming down the aisle.

Paris in the springtime,
Greek Islands in the summer.

Playing hearts around the table with your best friends,
Limbs entwined in a competitive game of Twister.

The melodic sound of a violin serenading you and your loved one at a table for two,
Or listening to the sound track from “Love Story.”

Cinderella with her Prince Charming,
Rocky and his eternal love, Adrian