Love Is...

Poem By Adrian Henri

Love is...

Love is feeling cold in the back of vans

Love is a fanclub with only two fans

Love is walking holding paintstained hands

Love is.

Love is fish and chips on winter nights

Love is blankets full of strange delights

Love is when you don't put out the light

Love is

Love is the presents in Christmas shops

Love is when you're feeling Top of the Pops

Love is what happens when the music stops

Love is

Love is white panties lying all forlorn

Love is pink nightdresses still slightly warm

Love is when you have to leave at dawn

Love is

Love is you and love is me

Love is prison and love is free

Love's what's there when you are away from me

Love is...

Comments about Love Is...

Wonderful definitions of love! Liked each one of them. Heartiest congratulations on your poem's selection as the 'Modern Poem of the Day'! To the readers of this beautiful poem, may I humbly leave a request of reading a poem of mine too, under the same caption, but not as good. The link of my poem is: https: //.poemhunter/poem/love-is-407/
love is love a draft of life a graph of life surfing struggle of luscious kiss thorns on the waist of flowers sleepless happiness of moonlight sleepless night to greet golden sun to make drink honey the thirsty soul to burn all desires in the scorching summer to allow the death on the winter path of biting cold love is love cannot live long without inner death
Love is you and love is me Love is prison and love is free Love's what's there when you are away from me Love is.........great poem on love
Contrast put together for love seems confused in love
Love is pink nightdresses still slightly warm Love is when you have to leave at dawn Love is.. good expressions.


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