What is love but a baby’s first breath,
first smile, first word, first step.
A new life brought forth
by a coupling of two in love, in lust.

What is love but a child
holding a fallen chick in her
small hands. Asking her mother
to please fix the tiny creatures wings.

What is love but a simple dog
in service to her master, struggling
to her feet when wracked in pain
herself to aid the one she serves.

What is love but the picking
of a wildflower by the child now
grown to lay atop the soil
covering her mother and loyal dog.