in love is, love is

In love is magic spells, and the rhythm of the world moving like the wind through trees, in the shadows of the moonlight, as children of tomorrow dance silently in the dreams of lovers sleeping. 

And love is, old men walking slowly home to warm arms and smells of bread. It is sitting in the sun and holding a child, or walking in a garden in bloom, or sitting under a tree with fallen leaves outlined by the sunset. It is reaching out for the hand you know is there, it is never facing despair alone. Love is laughter with my friend, and tears on shoulders. It is life shared unashamed and unrepentant. 

Love is you.