Is love a pair of fingers brushing through your hair in the early morning?
Is love a cup of warm tea, when outside it’s pouring?
Is love that hot feeling that coats your skin?
Love has to be anything but a sin.
Is love the shining of the early spring sun, poking out through the clouds?
Is love the beauty in nature and all of its sounds?
Is love the way you smile when the cold rain rolls down your cheeks?
Is love but only an emotional sneak peek?
Is love holding the warm hand of someone,
With whom whatever obstacle you can overcome?
Is love a tender kiss shared with a romantic other, with whom you hope for forever?