Love smells like wild flowers,
carelessly crushed under
the freedom-laden hooves
of a spotted deer.
Love looks like the thousand lights
from tall faraway habitations
flickering through the soothing mist.
It looks like your shining eyes
in the glimmering moonlight.
Love feels like our conversations
between sips of coffee and wine.
It feels like our silences
on pleasant days and sleepless nights.
Love feels like us.
Love is us…