What Is Love? Poem by Gerald Flippinhanger

Love is not snoring at night
Even when your spouse has been dead for years
Love is making out in the streets
Even when the young people are digusted
Love is giving someone a backrub
Even when they are so wrinkly your hands get lost in their skin
Love is giving a foot massage
Even when diabetes has almost taken their foot off
Love is cooking their favorite meal
Even when you must eat it alone
Love is doing things at night
Even when you would rather go to sleep
Love is everywhere
Even when you are as old as me