Love ain’t a thing,
love is a verb.
Love is giving
and commitment,
an adventure
for star-crossed souls.
But when adventure
is too much
for a weary body,
love is time.
Love is every hour
of dedication,
every day of old stories,
every year of
anniversary.
It is the conversations
and songs
and, if one is lucky,
the slow dance.
Love ain’t a thing,
love is a verb.
© Blake Leitch July 13, 2016
Beautiful. There is such a depth in your poems, it’s like diving into the ocean and exploring the richness under the surface of mere words.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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