What is Love?

by Karl Millsom
(Jakarta, Indonesia)

Is it a kiss?
Is it your lips and my lips,
Our tongues together,
Dancing their rhumba?
I think that’s it.

Is it a hug?
Is it that closeness,
When two seem to occupy one,
And we never want to let go?
I think that’s it.

Is it a touch?
Is it your hand in mine,
Fingers entwined,
My thumb softly stroking your palm?
I think that’s it.

Is it a laugh?
Is it the comfort,
Of speaking my mind,
And knowing that I won’t be judged?
I think that’s it.

Is it a gift?
Is it knowing just what you like,
And wrapping it up,
To make you feel special?
I think that’s it.

Is it a word?
Is it enough that I tell you I do;
You knowing without a doubt,
That I mean it completely?
I think that’s it.

Is it a smile?
Is it the way your face lights up,
When I walk towards you,
And I can see just how happy you are?
I think that’s it.

Is it you?
Is it being alone together,
Basking in your company,
And that being all I need?
I think that’s it.

Is it all of these things?
Is it nothing at all,
If even one part,
Is missing?

I think that’s it.