Love*
It's when you run up your three step porch,
Throw open the door,
And yell out, "I'm home!"
Love
It's when an eight year old comes running,
So excited to see you,
She's calling out your name.
Love
It's the feeling you get,
Causing you to drop to your knees,
Eye level, at her height.
Love
It's embarrassing her,
Holding her tightly in your arms.
Love
It's what you feel,
When she whispers, "I missed you so much!"
Love
It's why you never want to let go,
Let go of the precious little girl.
That's what love is,
It's simple, yet divine.
It's a passion for another person,
It's why you always put them first.
They're the reason you keep on living,
The reason you couldn't live without.