our love wasn't defined

by the number of times

we held hands, or 

the 'i love you's' we exchanged 

no, it was embroidered

by our soothing whispers 

to calm each other down 

our love wasn't built

on stolen kisses and love letters

but it was born 

through conversations in the middle of the night

we giggled less

and laughed more 

fell less and rose more 

for the tale of the two of us

wasn't a love story

it was a story 

about love 

"what is love?" you asked one day. i took your hand in mine and said, "we. we are love." we are all the love stories combined. we are a comedy and a tragedy at the same time. we are a tale. a poem. a novel. we are everything in this world, my love. and if we want we can be the world too.