Love Is Poem by Colin Phillimore

Love is clothes folded in cupboards flat,
Love is spending hours on a friendship plait,
Love is teardrops falling-split, splat
Love is.

Love is messages on a mobile phone
Love is when her house feels like home
Love is in front of the fire without padding or foam
Love is.

Love is waiting for half past four,
Love is seeing you when I open the door
Love is wanting you more and more
Love is.

Love is driving through the hail and rain
Love is dealing with a distance pain
Love is exotic and love is plain
Love is.

Love is sunsets and Sunday roasts
Love is your special ‘honey on toast’
Love is you and me coast to coast
Love is.

colin.phillimore@ntlworld.com
October 2000