Valentines Day
On this of all days it is appropriate
to submit a poem of love:

WHAT IS LOVE?

I cannot define love, but I know what it is.
It's a smile, a stolen kiss, and then another,
A shared memory, that is neither hers nor his,
That has no meaning to one without the other.

A walk down a moonlit path to God knows where,
A sudden chill soothed with a gentle touch,
A moment of silence in the still night air,
The unspoken words that say so very much.

The passing years between a man and his wife.
Memories of children now standing tall,
And common satisfaction borne of love and strife,
That without our union, nothing happened at all.