It isn't love
It isn't love, if it makes you carefree. It isn't love, if it makes you wild. Love is when your heart fills with concern, Yet, you don't smother him like a child. It isn't love, when he promises to bring the moon It isn't love, when you talk day and night. Love is when he works hard to see you content And you share, to make his burden light. It isn't love, if I can capture it in a verse. It isn't love, if a template it needs to match Each love is unique in its own sweet way; Omnipresent dream, elusive to catch. PS: Okie. Offtrack, midnight impromptu poem. Quite atypical of me to stay up so late. Even more atypical of me to write so flowery fluffy stuff. Nevertheless, hope it resonates.