Love is just an arbitrary word
for this
needs no explanation
nor elaboration
doing so would be sacrilege
for this
would be like a movie captured by snapshots
taken by pin-sized cameras
of near-zero resolution;
beyond extension
of spoken morphemes.
Perhaps an attempt would
yield things like:
your breath, your touch
your beating heart
the look in your eyes
it says I am so much more
than a word.
You can never hold it all down
with the vines of your tongue and squeeze it
into pea-sized morsel
for easy digestion by others.
It needs no introduction
It needs no comprehension
nor identification
beyond this bubble world
that lives only us.

Happy sixth anniversary, Love.