love is…

love is in the warm gaze that you cast as you glance down, looking at me. it’s the little sighs you make whenever i’m being hard, yet you still tell me that you love me.

love is the hand that holds my arm, pulling me off the roadside whenever we walk in the streets. it is the laughter after each argument and the apologies uttered despite not being in the wrong.

love is the scent that dances in the air, way before you come into sight. it is also when we try our best to see eye to eye whenever our opinions clash. love is letting me hear your nectar-like voice each night before i go to bed – to help me find solace, finally.

love is when i miss you so dearly the minute we part ways. it’s when i think of you even unconsciously.

love is soft and gentle, and it makes me want to continue living. love is you, all that you are.