Love is

Love is

Love is, the store declared, the teddy bear in the window , gifts galore,

Anything that helps you spend on that special someone, more,

Love is, said the novel, the first blush,racing heart, entwined hands ,

As you walk together, at sunset, over golden sands,

Love is, said the lover, the way the moonbeam traces your features, asleep,

The tightness in my heart, the shortness of breath, in longing steeped,

Love is, said the harried wife, finding a clean sink, at the end of a long day,

The affection you feel for that man on the couch, mouth agape, snoring away,

Love is, said the old couple on the porch, to sit together, having nothing to say,

To revel in the knowledge that you traveled far together, until today,

Love is, said the bereaved, the memory, that veiled presence at bay,

The bitter sweet nectar that in our heart stays,

Love is,said the philosopher, not what you receive, but what you give away,

Through the gouged channels of selfless charity, is how love flows your way, 

Love is....

It just is..........

It is all that is..............

--© shubha