Love is

Love is the person who pulls up your sleeves

When your elbow-deep in dishes

And the soap is all over the place

Love is pausing in the pouring rain just to kiss you

Raindrops meeting first before your lips

To make it taste a little wild

Love is flowers hand-picked from abundant gardens

A bouquet mapping their journey to you

So you display them in your livingroom

Love is groceries on a Friday drive home

So you can cook and dance and drink

Just take the night to forget the word

Love is a song you both always sing in the car

Remembering the first time it played

When you’re on your next roadtrip

Love is the show you only watch together

Where you binge it on a weeknight

Muttering ‘one more’ at least twice

Love is the moments you are seen—

Where you are known in a way

That can only mean Love