Love is not perfect or pristine,

it’s not flowers or candy,

fancy gifts, or diamond rings.

Love is~

messy and sometimes dirty

it’s in the rough week at work

and the cough drops  purchased late at night,

it’s a buttercup picked on the side of the road,

and a bracelet made of clover blossoms,

placed on your wrist with a tender kiss.

©annettealaine 2015