love is…

A poem for aitch…

Love is missing,
missing the kissing,
hating the waiting,
continually stating,
with love I’m not poor,
with you I can roar.

Love is ideal,
an ideal I can feel,
feel the appeal,
conceal then reveal,
with love I’m found out,
with you there’s no doubt.

Love is needing,
leading to breeding,
from staring to pairing,
consuming and caring,
with love I am more,
with you, we are four.

Love is selfless,
selfishly helpless,
make like a rabbit,
friendship and habit,
with love I’m all heart,
with you I’ll not part.