Love is the action not an explosion.

A warmth that keeps on comforting.

The beautiful aroma of a flower, remaining even after raining.

The uncanny patience shown in the midst of struggles.

Love is that thing that goes beyond feelings and cuddles,

Beyond the standardized emotion,

Beyond the typical toxicity this world expresses.

It’s more than a rush, it’s calming but yet

It’s the stirred up unction to say “I would be anything for you”.

It’s that, I’d do anything for you.

Not just a beautiful morning with a consuming day that turns into an upsetting week,

But a beautiful morning with a consuming day yet you still give,

A harsher night yet the morrow being unweighted and still appreciated.

I mean love…is action…it’s choice.