Love Is.

Love wraps you up in comfort,
in safety.

Love does not uproot the tree
but gently prunes the branches,
sweeps up leaves in fall,
and composts the seasonal shift.

Love is gentle and yielding,
soft and open,
calm and assertive.

Love is free of judgment,
of fetish,
of false platitudes.

Love is easy.
Love is a gently warm summer’s day.

Love is being recognized and admonished.

Love is being truthful,
honest without boundary.
When I cross her line
she lets me know.

Love is never angry,
perhaps sad at times,
but sharing this experience
we can both let it go.

Love is like the ocean,
wide and deep,
room to breathe
and to move free.

Love is never interpreting
words you don’t understand.

Love is asking and sharing.
Love is.

Archie Underwood
9/2009