Love is
A stolen moment
A glance across the kitchen as the soup is spilled all over the table
And a gentle look, that says "I know"
A cloth thrown, sudsy from the dishes
A stolen moment
A brief touching of hands
As we pass in the hallway
No words
Just a tangible remembering
That we are both here
A stolen moment
An interrupted conversation over the phone
Children yelling to get my attention
A work task demanding yours
A quick goodbye and
An affirmation and intention
To talk later
A stolen moment
A deep heaving cry when you are not here
Either in body, or presence
And a cutting knowing
That I am also not there with you
Love is
A present moment
Children asleep
Work is done
We are here
Touching bodies
Touching hearts
Touching emotion
Touching eternity
Love is.
(c) Sammi Cambray 2014
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