If Love is Only
If love is only a box of chocolates
It will be gone before you finish this poem.
If love is only a bunch of flowers
It will be rotting in a wheelie bin inside a month.
If love is a big red heart full of clichés on a card
Then it will mean less and less as it is repeated every year.
If love is only these things then it doesn’t exist.
But if love is a tangible thing
Measured by how we cherish each other
By how we put someone else before ourselves
By how we choose to keep someone in our thoughts
Then perhaps it is more of a long term investment
More of an unconditional thing, a natural human thing.
I will buy you the card, the flowers, the chocolates
The material things that don’t prove a thing.
But say I love you without advertising prompts
And expect your love to be as tangible as mine
And as obvious to the world as a red ribbon
bowed around a manufactured plastic rose.