What is Love? (Part 1)
- Teiria Ashworth
- Apr 11, 2015
- 2 min read
When I was younger,
I asked my Nan and Pop
“What is love?”
She believed it was
A commitment.
“Love” she said
“Is staying together
When everything else
Is falling apart.”
He smiled at me,
His eyes full of
Unlit candles
That illuminated
As soon as she
Walked into a room.
And said;
“Love is
Waking up on a Sunday morning,
With her by your side,
She’s snoring
And her hair is out of place,
But you think she’s
The most beautiful thing
In this universe.
Love is
The fresh cup of coffee
She makes every morning,
With one part milk
And one teaspoon of sugar.
The doctor told her
That I don’t need
The sugar,
She replied with
“He needs his pinch
Of sweetness in the morning.”
I smiled in agreement.
What I didn’t tell her was,
She is the sweetness
Of every morning,
I’ve ever had.
Love is
The way she kisses me
Ever night
Before I sleep.
She has never forgotten,
Even after all this time.
Every single night
At 9pm
She will walk
Into the living room
With her floral mug
Of warm tea
And kiss me goodnight.
And every evening
I remember the first night
I walked her home,
How much I wanted to
Kiss her cheek,
But we were young
And it wasn’t the thing to do.
I’m so lucky
To be able to call her
‘My wife’.
And maybe one day,
You will understand,
My dear.
That when you fall in love,
The whole world
Is so much brighter
And you begin to see
All the beauty
Within the universe;
Except it’s not within
The trees
Or the waves,
It’s within her.
She is my love;
I fall for her every day”
Even after,
Time has escaped them,
His body growing weak,
And he can no longer
Fight his battle,
Her eyes feeling tired
And restless,
From all the long nights
Waiting for her
Husband
To come home from
The hospital.
He still looks at her,
Like she has the
World within her heart
And the stars in her eyes.
I have always believed,
They had the best love story,
I had ever heard.
And then I met you.
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