Love is water running when you're thirsty. 

Love feels like sunbeams burning in your tummy. 

Oh love! 

 Snow flakes falling in the summer. 

 Love is music playing in the toilet. 

 Love is sharing a full bowl 

 of sweet popcorn 

 in this very colourful, 

 hidden, 

 secret corner. 

 Love is a Sunday mellow flugelhorn. 

 Salty and sweaty thunderstorm. 

 Love is this handwritten poem with my perfume. 

 Love is a bike ride in the rain. 

 Love is repetition 

 with no getting tired of the same, 

 again and again. 

 Love is a flooding sunset, 

 soaking wet, 

 every day's bet. 

 Love is my blood, 

 your heart, 

 our haven, 

 this hugging, 

humming words 

 thrusting deep into your soul.

Logan J. Parker 

April 7 2019