Love is an ever-changing dialogue

A definition that is vague, perpetually

Unclear

When young, we feel it nestled in parents’ arms

Snuggled together on the couch

In Spring

As teens it’s infatuation with different

It defines clothes, music, and, of course,

The other

As twenties we feel lust’s call to reproduce

To couple and uncouple, searching for

Perfection

Eventually love consumes thought and action

We marry, co-habitate, share things and thoughts

Intertwined

But when we grow old, loves morphs into

Companionship, shared quiet times, walks and talks

Togetherness

Love is still there, still speaks to our hearts,

But not with the intensity of youth

In a soft voice

Love is everything and more

It is laughter and tears, joy and sadness

Forever