Who says love has to be
marching band parades
on crowded city streets
with rose scented banners
and paper flowered floats
in the shape of two hearts
as candy is tossed to excited onlookers
and nicely dressed commentators
give a play by play
of what is obvious to everyone,
until it ends as quickly as it started
I prefer love in
little touches, tiny moments
petite phrases and wee bits
of the truest affection,
small in size but
large enough in feelings,
no pomp and circumstance,
just tiny endearments
that it will last into eternity