Love is early morning, filled with sweet scents and gentle sounds

It is that caress that is noticed but does not awaken

Love is listening, really listening, and not needing repeating

Love is not jealous, it knows the truth

It holds the heart of the one it loves with absolute tenderness

It is a hopeful as a new blade of grass

Love finds happiness in silence, and rejoices with laughter

Love lets go when the time is right

It does not suffocate or tie down or enslave or burden

Love is what I have searched for my entire life.