Real love isn't a Valentine's poem
It's a tiny xo on the end of a shopping list
Real love isn't a dozen scented red roses it's the scent of a good home cooked meal wafting through the air
It isn't sexy lingerie and steamy nights
Its falling asleep in each others arms on the couch
It isn't spontaneous picnics in picturesque places
It's photos and bills tacked to the fridge.
It's not surprise trinkets and gifts
It's that quick check in and adhoc appreciation
It's not lingering kisses walking out the door,
It's that knowing look in each others eyes.
But it all sure helps!
In 2020
In 2020 true love doesn't seem to exist. Love is (in my humble view) just being together..... What's a diamond necklace to a soulful blank look
©bishu