We Found Love

we found love in dirty dishes and messy rooms

in the spaces between moments where the silence is endless

in lines of ink and musty shelves brimming with books;

we found love under sunsets and sunrises

under raindrops that kissed our faces as they fell

under bright blue skies dotted with fleecy clouds;

we found love on topaz sheets and supple pillows

on pliant sofas and cushioned chairs

on top of the unyielding frame of multiple cars;

we found love during dawn and dusk

during endless movie watching marathons

during joy and sorrow and even depression;

we found love in each others arms

in the cups of coffee I made from scratch

in the dogeared books that came apart in you hands

in the uncertain words that tumbled from my lips

in firsts and lasts as we made memories together;

we found love.