You unfold yourself

in fragments

leaving me to puzzle

the pieces together.

What Is Love, Mom?
It’s Dad’s Hand In Mine.

What Is Love, Dad?
It’s A Woman’s Body That Gives And Forgets.

What Is Love, Grandpa?
It’s Your Grandmother

Still Looking At Me While I’m On The Tractor.

What Is Love, Grandma?
It Is My Jams That I Prepare For You.

What Is Love, My Brother?
It’s A Perfume, Lips, A Smile.

What Is Love, My Sister?
It’s Tomorrow, Talking With Eyes.

What Is Love, My Husband?
It’s You For Me, And Me For You, Forever.

What Is Love My Wife?
It’s The Life That Our Love Builds.

What Is Love, My Lover?
It Is The Desire Constantly Renewed.

What Is Love, My Mistress?
It’s In Your Arms; A Wind Of Liberty.

What Is Love, My Angel?
It’s The Universe Unified In Our Hearts. It’s You, It’s Me, Freedom, Desire, Life, Eyes, Lips, Perfume, Heart, Smile, Jams, Time, Arms… ♥ ♥ ♥

*Adapted*