Love is the moon,
full of solstice light and hope,
rising gently in the East.

Love is sitting on the front step,
romancing a vision of yesteryear.

Love is cuddling the neighborhood cat called “Sunday,”
like a furry babe in arms.

Love is having tea with a dear friend,
discussing the promise of today,
and the value of tomorrow.

Love is that pleasant feeling of calm,
embracing the sustenance of knowing
that all is as it should be,
and it feels good.