This Is Love

"This is love"

 

the wind whispers,

 

as it passes through

 

the window,

 

and waves through

 

the curtains.

 

"This is love"

 

so says the wind,

 

in the goosebumps

 

of our bare skin,

 

"This is love"

 

I whisper with the

 

last wind of my

 

breath,

 

dying to stillness,

 

to the calm of the

 

breeze,

 

after I have made love

 

to you...

 

"This is love"

Author's Note

Spur of the moment writing after reading romantic poetry.