When I think of love

When I think of love

I think of nothing like romance

or some grand narrative of being as one soul,

or flowers for that special time of year.


When I think of love

I imagine a smile on a dark day,

or a touch that says presence,

or a kindness that comes unexpected

like sunshine in the middle of a storm.


When I think of love

there are no fireworks that are just display

but rather the trickling warmth

of a hand on a face.