love isn't Rome
isn't built in a day
love isn't constructed out of asphalt
dried into a profitable percent

love is crying in the arms of your mother
because you feel so stuck
in the world, you've built in your mind

love is your father
taking time out of his busy schedule
to patiently hear to you
harp about your problems

love is your brother
so young and yet so strong
barging into your room to annoy you
starting with a "what now?"
ending with a "shut up"
and a hug

love is
unimaginable gratitude
nights wondering
what I did
to deserve so much love