Something I wrote for someone. They lost it. Now sharing it with the world. It used to be special, not anymore.

Love is ...

... a feeling of calm, when You should be restless

... knowing You’re safe, when utterly defenceless

... smiling at everything and yet at nothing at all

... stumbling, knowing there’s someone to break the fall

... a feeling of sadness, when they’re far away

... a simple kiss on the lips, making it a brighter day

... the butterflies feeling deep down inside

... knowing they’re near, even if miles divide

... being close and Your stomach would drop

... still noticing Your heart trying to hop

... the tears they can turn into smiles

... the twinkle they can put in Your eyes

... sharing Your troubles and sharing Your joys

... listening and hearing, even through all the noise

... forgiveness, when You should be eternally mad

... the knowledge, they’d never intentionally make You sad

... wanting to be there to lend a shoulder

... giving Your warmth, when it’s getting colder

... a warm feeling You get, when there’s a smile on their face

... shortening Your step to match their pace

... wanting to hold them tight

... willingness to stand and fight

Love is laughter and love is tears

Love is hopes and love is fears

Love is joy and love is pain

There’s so much more that I could say

But know, with love You never lose, but gain ...

So there...