Two warm bodies Huddled under blankets Lazily shutting out the Saturday morning chill Love is comfort
A mother Putting her very essence on retail To keep her daughter fed and clothed. Love is pragmatic
A father Who encourages his son when he soars Supports him when he stumbles And picks him up when he falls Love is strength
A younger brother Leaping headfirst into a lost cause Heartbeat ends in defense of his sister Love is sacrifice
Hands entwined Arms embraced Chests heave in unison Skin brushes skin Breath escapes voiceboxes in soft coos Eyes study lips Lips curl into smiles Love is beautiful
"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession." - Robert Frost