My Thoughts on Love

I wrote this in the afternoon of 2/24/11.

Love doesn't come in a big shiny package with a pretty bow.
Love comes with the softness in one's voice,
a gentle touch,
noticing something no one else would,
sitting with you when you are sick.
It loves you for you
and it's there when you are laughing until your stomach hurts.
It comes in tiny moments of life that you'd never trade.
It comes with the joy of a born child.
It comes when death of a loved one overwhelms you.
It comes with the hurt
and with honesty.
It comes in with the good
and never leaves during the bad times.
It understands when you can't do any more alone.
It allows you time to heal.
Love comes as a blessing.
Love came to me.
I am never letting go.