To Me, Love Is...

This version of love still resonates today. Still I'm searching for someone to share it with.

To me, it’s when I see the glint appear in your eyes,
A sparkle you can’t hide on your charismatic face.
Those singular little events that make my pulse rise,
Which make me feel glad I jumped aboard this craze.

To me, it’s when you open up to let the words flow out,
Revealing intricate moments that shaped your being.
Trust in each other is what our relationship is about,
Not hiding them away so these secrets run fleeing.

To me, it’s when we’re on the sofa watching crap on TV,
Then you gently reach over and grab hold of my hand.
No words need be spoken because everyone can see,
I wouldn’t find anyone I liked more if I scoured this land.

To me, it’s when we take a long walk on the sea wall,
So we can gaze out as the waves crash into crescendo.
Deep into the violet sunset we then gracefully fall,
No inexplicable heartstring we declined to show.

To me, this is a version of love in its purest sense,
Although it’s a feeling largely unexplored as of yet.
But this is not a topic where I will sit on the fence,
I believe in the one, so far we’ve simply not met.