Love is not the face that could launch a thousand ships
It is his laughter that makes him lose poise
When I crack a joke that only we understand
Love is not the flawless skin that shimmers like diamonds
under the sun
It is his caress on cold nights
Breaking my guard and giving me warmth
Love is not godlike visage that turns head on a busy street
It is his unadorned face while he sleeps soundly
Dreaming, fleeing from this earth
Love is not the smile that weakens the knees
It is his wisdom that gets me thru my mess
Love is not what is seen;
It is what is not.
