What is love
Love is what remains after
It’s been used for the umpteenth time
Like an old rag, rinsed out, squeezed,
And still gets it clean.
Love is the hard work,
the long haul,
Long after the spit and polish
no longer retains its shine.
Love is present regardless
of recognition or thank you.
Love is a lifetime!
no ego, no strings, no conditions.
Love is so easy when all is good,
when the shit hits the fan
Love is what stays the night,
like a lighthouse guides you to a safe port
Love was once upon a time, about long embraces and passionate kissing
about physical attraction, about frivolity and joy.
love is the only way,
Love is the glue
That can mend the broken shards of this world!
By Bar Ponneck — 2010