Love
What is it?
I’d say, but I don’t know.
I’d imagine it to be clouds
Soaring high and free
Not a care in the world
Just floating in the wind
It could be lying in bed
Half asleep
Then feeling puppy paws
Circling around to sleep next to you
Curling up in the crease of your body
Providing a needed presence of warmth
Perhaps it’s just a mix of everything joyous
Bundled up into a pair
Written into a plan
What is Love?
A feeling I’ve never known