Love is a merry-go-round.
Love is a muffin top.
Love is the warm impression left on the sheets.
Love is a voice through the phone at an intersection between the past and the present.
Love is a hot cup of tea sliding through a relaxed body on a plush sofa in a warm house in the quiet wilderness.
Love is in your cells.
Love is in your muscles.
Love is in your nightmares.
Love is in your pumpkin pancakes and my banana chia cookies.
Love is in between the question mark and my breath on the other end of the line.
Love is porous.
Love is fluid.
Love is endless if you're willing to send the bucket down the well.