Tangible

Love isn't a tangible thing they say,

Yet when I think of you, the feeling won't sway.

It's like an ethereal presence, hard to define,

But I sense its magic in every word of yours and mine.

 

I can see love in the sparkle of your eyes,

A mirror reflecting all that my heart implies.

With each glance, a connection is set ablaze,

Igniting a passion that forever stays.

 

I feel love in the warmth of your gentle touch,

A tender caress that means so much.

From your fingertips, it seeps into my soul,

Filling every inch, making me whole.

 

I hear love in the melody of your voice,

A symphony that makes my heart rejoice.

Every word you speak, a song so sweet,

Bringing melodies of love that'll never deplete.

 

Love isn't something we can hold or contain,

But in your presence, it feels far from vain.

It's in the intangible that our love thrives,

A bond so strong, forever it survives.

 

So though love may not have a tangible state,

In you, its essence I can always translate.

For when I think of you, touch you, talk to you too,

I can see love, feel love, and hear love through and through.