Love

Love is not a nice pair of breasts or a firm round behind love is an eighty something year old couple out walking hand and hand giving sway to the wind but staying true to the end, love is not long flowing locks or French manicured toes love is being able to stand up and endure through all the hot summer days and all the un-forecast storms. Love is not smooth flowing skin with all its curves and its bends love is a crown full of grey with all its aches and its pains, some people they claim they know love but they only know it by its name and some people they long and search for love but they don’t know where to begin. Love is not a hour glass shape or a mere warm embrace it goes much deeper than her clothes. It starts roundabout her soul.