Let me start by saying that I don't particularly like poetry. Poetry is done well by very, very few people, most of whom are dead or will never be famous enough to make a splash. I don't consider myself a poet, and I certainly don't aspire to be a poet. Having said all that, I wrote this a couple of years ago for a class and thought it fitting for today. Enjoy.

LOVE

Love is the way he takes your arm
With a smile that says:
You are not an accessory.

Love is a sweater
With holes you no longer see
And warmth that sticks to your skin

Love is giggling
When you are not supposed to.
(He started it)

Love is a soft bed after a hard day
And getting out of it
Before you are ready

Love is calling all seven dwarves
By their given name.
This includes Dopey and Grumpy.

Love has ears like a priest,
A 24-hour confessional
With a neon sign blinking:
Come in, we’re open.
Come in, we’re open.

Love is not an itch you can scratch,
A dog you can housebreak,
Or a secret you can keep.

Love is not a part of you,
You are a part of it.

LCK