Love Is
love isn’t
the flash of a ring on an outstretched hand
dinner at the finest of restaurants
a decadent bouquet of roses
it’s a laugh
at your ruffled bed-head
sleepy eyes
and rolling over
to smell you in the sheets
it’s thinking of you
when i see chili peppers
in the grocery store
(your favorite)
grinning
at the tobasco bottle
in the cupboard
love is a cup of coffee
when you are grouchy
a splash of cream
of course
or a midnight run
for ben & jerry’s
because i crave chocolate
and you are down
sometimes
it’s just sitting,
watching you,
remembering those first butterflies
and nervous hands
love is
all the little things
in between