What is love?

A short, non rhyming, non rhythmic poem.

Is love keeping a little photo of each other in your wallets? Rolling around the bottom of her handbag, among the mints and loose pound coins.
Is it ringing every night? Talking about your day and your plans for tomorrow, until you run out of topics and fall asleep phone in hand.
Is it wasting money on each other? Cinema tickets, flowers and museum tours.
Is it sharing a bed without having sex?
The gradual appearance of un-brushed hair, cracked nail polish and unshaven legs?

I don’t know, but let them know. We could both be dead tomorrow

Reviews

[Melanie]

I enjoy the questions that you raise here. My favorite part has to be about "wasting money on each other". I think we've all been there, and you connect with the reader well and honest in that moment.

[JKHughes]

Thank you very much:)

[MsJewel]

You have asked some very good questions here -
what is love? I'm not sure, but when I'm in it, I know it~

:) Julie

[JKHughes]

Thank you very much. Exactly you know when you're in it, but finding the definitive moment where you fell is the hard part haha.