Love is no abstract thing defined by the constraints of the clock.
Gaining meaning with time.
Gaining power with days.
Gaining strength in years.

Love is no fashion trend or folly of the bored.
It is not cool.
It is not a hobby.
It is not a “just because.”

It is the soft whisper of breath that sends shivers down the spine;
Warmth to the soul.
It dances on skin
Like a child tiptoeing through a meadow.

It is the joy that accompanies the moments apart.
The feeling of peace.
The sudden grin.
The daydream of bliss.

Love should be measured in beautiful moments.
In kisses.
In smiles.
In happiness.