the idea of love
when it is wet and rainy
and cold
and when no one understands your thoughts
the voice of love
when you are confused
and scribbling letters on dry faded
yellow paper
the touch of love
when you cry
the door shut
being quite
hiding a wound
the words of love
through
thin
crackling
pages
each word
carves like a knife
at your guarded heart
the action of love
your hopes
fears and failures
your harsh words, unloving glances-
your heart sinking in disbelief-
pinned down and paid for.
the look of love
when you finally meet the eyes
of your savior.