Love is when on parched land
the heavens break.
Love is when the wind
tickles a grass blade.

Love is when the first sun rays
embrace a flower.
Love is in the whispers of
waves and the shore.

Love is in steps
turned homeward bound.
Love is in the comfort
of a lullaby's sound.

Love is "woof" and a lick
on your face.
Love is the slow smile
that spreads on her face.

Just hearts and flowers isn't
what love is about,
It is every smile
and that moment which counts. 

                                                                - Rosa