Love

Love is a circle. Love is being on top of a mountain, looking down at what you've overcomed.  Love is like listening to James Taylor on a Sunday afternoon.  Love is a tree.  It provides.  Love is big band-aid that covers up the boo boo.   Love is an alarm clock.  It's annoying when you hear the sound, but you rely on it to start your day.  Love is the Fourth of July. Love is bold.   Love is shoes on my feet.  Love is keeping all the teenage girls up at their slumber parties. Love is midnight runs to wal-mart to get toilet paper, because we ran out.   Love is a cold shower on a winter morning.   Love is changing a dirty diaper.  Love is a warm cup of cocoa in your hand and enjoying each others smiles.   Love is waking up to the smell of banana pancakes.  Love is home.  Love is Mom working all night to pay the bills.  Love is a sunday kind of love, a kind of love that lasts past Saturday night.  Love is getting lost in a field of daises.   Love is sleeping at the hospital by his side, even though I loathe that place.  Love is blind.   Love is being satisfied, because you found the one. Love is s i m p l e, but why do we make it so freakin complicated? Love is invincible.  Love is making the best of what comes your way.  Love is keeping a promise, no matter what you'll stumble upon.  Love is seeing his side of the story.  Love is being vulnerable.  Love is scary. Love is hope.  Love is not having a care in the world.  Love is deceitful.  Love is a tattoo that will never be removed.  Love is really nothing, but a dream that keeps waking me..