Not About Love

This is not a poem about love

A poem like that would ask

“How can I bottle your laughter?

Or take your smile to go?”

“Will you let me hold your hand?

Or look in your eyes and know?”

This is not a poem about love

Such a one would say

“My home is where you lay your head

Your heartbeat is my song”

“The tears you shed, I’ll dry them

My arms for you, are strong”

This is not a poem about love

Those verses they would sing

Of early morning breakfasts

And sunrises by a wooded dell

Of mood swings in the winter time

And making up with a story to tell

This is not a poem about love

Highs and lows they’d flow

With dreams and hopes of forever

Through thick and thin they’re standing

With promises of brighter days

For richer or poorer they’re dancing

Highs.