love comes in many forms,

from friendship to marriage,

it can be as simple as a kiss,

or as complex as a song and dinner

Tails tangled, two squirrels, safe today from the blades of lawn-mowers and owls, she bloated with kits, he thinking already of acorns.

Love is the instantly recognizable feeling, which can't be put into words. Attempting so is injudicious, like describing colour to a man who can't see.

You noticed me, and I noticed back. A spark. A brief period of connection. A small dose, yes, but love nonetheless.

Love is NOT patient

Love is NOT kind

It hastily wounds, instead

Oh, it boasts and is proud

Love is butterflies in your stomach.

Love is your quickened heartbeat every time you see him.

Love is knowing you want him, always.

Who awakens my soul

with just the press of her lips

and after each ending day

we come together in eclipse.