Is love but just the eloquence of thought
Played in the grace of movement
Slowed in time passing on
Captured in frames of breath

Is it the whispering of verbal melodies
Sweet nothings spoken or written
Floating through the air
Fashioned in the candle’s light

Is it the lavishing of expensive gifts
Presented in an actors guile
Wrapped in hearts and flowers
Flamboyant in delivery

Or is it in the smile that falls for no reason
Acts to bring about a laugh
Jibes to formulate a reaction
When silence has come

Or is it the walk for nothing special
Strolls across familiarity
Ordinary time together
Spent as time should be

Or is it the mind in thoughts of regret
Hopes that never flourished
Moves that were never made
Love that never realised.