Being with a person is love
Bearing a person is love
Changing for a person is love
Changing a person is love too
Sometimes, love is, saying ‘I love you’
But sometimes love is not having to say ‘I love you’
One love, lifts us up, high in the air
Another, brings us down, closer to ground.
One is subtle, invisible, like a filled water bottle by our side
Another is blatant, noticeable, like the ring on the bride.
Waving hands, waiting eyes, little notes – all hold love
as do poems, songs or books, dedicated.
Love is in the morning noises that wake us up
And also in the closed door, that lets us sleep some more.
Love is in those hands that hold ours – big and small
Steadying us, supporting us or needing us;
Love is also in those hands that let go
Standing by and watching us fly.
Love is in the eyes that greet with a smile,
and in the eyes that well up in tears, saying bye.
Love, if truth be told
is everywhere, if only one can behold.