Love is not a poem
but a thousand tiny things
the early coffees and endless laundry
all living sight unseen

Love is not a declaration
but a thousand quiet words
it is the daily grind you share
and eyes set towards the future

Love is not a transaction
but still should always be enough
in ballgowns and bouquets
or dressed-down and routine

It is meant to be appreciated
and not to be demeaned

Love is not a poem
but those thousand tiny things
so simple and easily overlooked
but steady in her way