Love is honey running through my veins
Love is soft as a pillow

Love is a blossoming flower
strong enough to withstand hurricanes

Love doesn’t leave room for confusion
Love is loud and clear

Love is the tender hand, on my hand
Love is a smooth touch

Love is a warm freshly baked bread
Love is my mother’s cooking

It’s hard to write all the things that love is
because love is everything and everywhere to see