Love is not diamonds sparkling in the sunlight
But the will for life recovered from the shadows of death.
Love is not a dozen of long stemmed red roses
But the scent of sweat and tears of moving a mountain.
Love is not walking on the beach under the moonlight
But walking through hot coals to bring back the moon.
Love is not endless nights of pleasure
But sticking through a day that never ends.
Love is not a thousand scented candles
But the light that shines in the darkest of nights.
Love is not a thousand “I love you” s
But a simple sentence of “I am still here”
Love is not oysters, caviar and fine wine
But ice cream and pickles in the middle of the night.
Love is not a poet offering a serenade
But a poem that has no beginning, and has no end.