but love's hard to describe.
It's stolen moments,
easy silence,
looks that could fill books.
It's cuddles in the kitchen.
It's driving in the dark.
It's turning up their favourite song.
Knowing they need the heater on.
Rushing to boil the kettle
when you hear their car.
It's the way you feel your heart swell
when they smile at you,
and the shiver
when their fingers touch your face.
It's minutes melting into hours.
It's laughing like a child.
It's snuggling on the sofa
when the weather's wild.
It's the news that isn't real
until you tell them.
It's the tissues that they bring you
when you cry.
It's talking when you know
they're really listening.
It's the understanding sigh.
It's the key that locks the door at night.
and the moment you turn off the light.
It's the arms that cling
and don't let go.
The nuzzled neck,
the shared pillow.
The touch that says much
more than any sentence.
I've tried to find the words,
I've tried.
But love's hard to describe.
