Love is gentle and kind,
Not tormenting, or judging blind.
Love is trusting and giving one the benefit of the doubt,
Not making false accusations and gossiping about.
Love is being patient and giving one time,
Not being rushed over a jingle rhyme.
Love is accepting someone for who they are,
Not to be confused by their type of car.
Love is priceless, without material gain,
Heartfelt, not arrogance or inflicting pain.
Love is respect,
And not something we demand or expect.
Love is lending someone a helping hand,
Not a saboteur trying to grandstand.
Love is forgiveness,
A simply sorry, no less.
Love is giving to those who need it the most,
But done graciously as not to brag or boast.
Love is devotion,
Not just another emotion.
Love is unconditional with no strings attached,
Not something forceful or tightly latched.
Love is sharing,
Regardless of how one’s faring.
Love is everlasting, never fading over the years,
Not something that’s pretentious and disappears with a few tears.
Love is caring about someone’s needs,
Not just being concerned about net proceeds.
Love is honor and how it is bestowed,
And not just pretending to carry one’s load.
Love is mostly about compassion,
Not just flirtatious or yesterday’s fashion.
Love is understanding, regardless if we agree,
It requires one only to listen and let them simply be.
Love is consideration, perhaps allowing one to choose first,
It is not forced or a heatless burst.
Love is precious, especially to those that are dear,
Not just an emotion driven by fear.
…That’s what love is!
By: Patrick Argiro and Immacolata Argiro ©