The top of a baby’s head,
The scent of an ocean’s spray.
The taste of your kisses…
A ripe, red strawberry bursting.
Tenor of voice, “That’s Ole’s purse!”
“You are the Love of my Life!”
Skin to skin, lips to skin,
Scent to skin, scent to skin.
The color of your skin, your hair, your eyes, your smile, you’re content..
Squirming effort, to breathe, to stretch, to delight,
(Now go back through and replace the phrase “Love is..” with, “I am.”)