Something … Breanne E. A. Pancarik

by Breanne E. A. Pancarik

Love is not something you feel; Not just a noun or emotion.

Love is something you Hear In a soft spoken word or a heartfelt laugh; In a passionate song or a well placed vow; In a cry of anguish or a shriek of terror; In the calling of a name or the thanking of a friend.

Love is something you See In a lighthearted smile or an act of kindness; In a thoughtful gift or a treasured possession; In a grave sacrifice or a long battle won; In the light of the moon or the bright of the sun.

Love is something you Smell In a fresh baked loaf or a bowl of soup; In a bouquet of flowers or a bag of popcorn; In a dirty diaper

or a newly cut lawn; In the shedding of blood or the decay of a life.

Love is something you Taste In a small chocolate or a seaside breeze; In a homemade meal or a glass of wine; In a cloud of rain or a goodbye kiss; In the shedding of tears or the tang of mud.

Love is something you Give In a small token or a large parcel; In a fragile child or a tentative glance; In a thoughtful word or a special prayer; In the sharing of a smile or the ability to let go.

Love is something you Touch In a caress of the hand or a handmade scarf; In a snowball to the face or a rosebud corsage; In a brush of hair or a kiss on the cheek; In the laying down of flowers