Love , a memory.. not a dream.

Love is not just kisses
It's also silences
And the words that said themselves.
It's holding hands
While crossing a busy road.
It's a peck on your cheek
Before you get dropped at your destination.

Love is not just cuddles
It's the smell of the coffee
That awakens you in the mornings.
Its the bottle of scotch
Waiting for you, to be opened.
It's the memory brought
By the old song from 90s.

Love is not just gifts and roses
It's the old tshirt
Someone saved for you
for the comfort of summer.
It's old love letters
Stashed away by angst.
Its your name being said
With a smile or a moan.