It Is

It is
An insider
In the depth of oceans,
In warm waters,
And in the freezing cold.
It is a silent answer,
The light,
The stars.

It is not a what
But a who,
Not just a hold,
A long gaze,
A smell or a touch,
A caress, a kiss,
An olive branch,
A promise,
Or an embrace,
It is whole.

It is
A part of each cell,
A longing for,
A sadness and a joy,
An exchange,
A sharing in.
It is a presence,
An absence, invisibility,
Tears, smiles and laughter.

It is all that
And much more,
For it is
Love.

Copyright 2010 Alain Millon