Love

Love is not found in a glass of red wine

But the bottle I'm sharing with you

It's not in the food or the fancy clothes

It's the table that's set for two

It's the touch of your hand

And the smile in your eye

And the words that don't need to be said

No, love is not found in the places we go

But the home that we've made, me and you

Love isn't the softness that's held in my pillow

But the fact that your head's next to mine

It isn't in gold or a new diamond ring

It's the moments our fingers entwine

It's the walks in the rain

And the roaring log fire

And the intimate times that we share

No, love is not noisy, it's subtle and kind

And it's shared between your heart and mine