Love Poem for Lovey

For Lovey

Love from the outside

EL-OH-VEE-EEE

It's a smile, a touch

and vows spoken over rings.

Love from the inside

is hearts, butterflies,

fingers entwined

bodies side by side

through good and bad

colds, headaches...

I can breathe again!

Love is standards...

family get togethers,

Sunday morning laziness,

discussions over food,

giggles in bed,

"we are out of toilet paper,

get some please."

Love is figurative...

humble pie, simmering spices,

and whipped cream on top!

Love is pins and needles,

walking on eggshells,

a balancing act...

Two humans on a high wire

attention to the center of the ring!

A plunge into the net!

Someone there to help you back to solid ground

and cheers as you raise your hands in glory.

Take a bow together,

Teamwork!

Victories and losses

silence...laughter...strong words

and much patience.

Have a good day.

Tell me what's wrong!

The complaint department is open,

it's a judgment free zone,

day after day

compromise vs. stubbornness.

Dinner at the table

munchies on the couch

who has the remote?

Through seasons of Netflix and weather

adventures too many to mention

walls erected and chipped away

Two people

one love

a home wherever they go.

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