Love...

Love is when you feel

 someones presence, 

even when they are not

 physically there.

 Love exists beyond time

 it is essence, 

there goes another year.

 Lovers keep hangin in there,

 clothes on a washing line

 waiting for the rain, singing

 'please don't ever hurt me again.' 

A smoldering fire

 screaming a distant pain.

 A smile beaming on a face,

two mouths feeding from one plate,

 a pair of feet winning the same race.

Love.

-IRM