It is not pretty flowers
Or a bunch of little gifts.
It is timeless hours
With feelings that never shift.
It is not a means of slavery
to manipulate your other half.
It is a reason for bravery,
As you stand up on their behalf.
It is not constant pleasure;
Arousal at every touch,
It is a hidden treasure,
And should be treated as such.
It is not things on the surface,
causing physical or emotional pain.
It is acts of service
performed without personal gain.
It is not an object to dispose of
when you are good and through.
It is the kind of love
that makes everyone feel new.