What is love?

Just a little kiss

even a small tryst

a shy, crooked smile.

 

Sometimes, oft

what love is

cannot be bought

just given.

 

A special treat

clean house, and neat

dinner and sweets

amour under sheets.

 

Even a spring walk

holding hands in a park

a close embrace, face on face

love is an odyssey, not a race.

Love is never letting go

even in old age, we know

keeping love alive is best

until love takes eternal rest.

 

– Sandra Johnson, 9-2-2023