By Linda M. Smith
Love is more than a five dollar card,
More than a dozen roses,
More than candied valentines stamped with sugary I love yous.
Costing only coin.
Love is a look in passing
Where the eyes meet and say,
“You are not invisible.
I see you. I love you.”
Love is the silence in which you hear,
The comforting quiet of companionship,
Sharing words without sound,
That say, “I love you.”
Love is a tapestry woven of two lives,
Painting a new picture, telling a new story,
In the warp and woof, the light and shadows,
Of a life that says “I love you.”
Love is a flame in early years, hot and bright,
Fulfilling the life that’s meant to be.
It never dies, but only settles, becoming a banked fire
Spreading its warmth steady and true throughout time.