Love is invisible to most
But not to all
Some can see the telling whisper of kindness
Or the ghost of a loving glance
Or sense the remembrance of a touch shared
Possibly see the trail of pollen on the table
From the flowers he gave her yesterday
Even see colored paper—torn and broken
From a gift given in love
See the flicker in someone’s eyes when they meet those of their lover
Love isn’t invisible to all
Just to most

Love is silent to most
But not to all
Some hear the whisper of a lover
Maybe see the trail of a loving phrase
Or sense the tone he uses with his Love
Perceive the faint echoes of “I love you” and “I love you too”
Feel the reverberation of a kiss that was just right
Embracing tight causes shivers a butterfly can sense
Listen to a message left wishing her a great day
When his was bad and getting worse
Love isn’t silent to all
Just to most

Love is cold to most
But not to all
Maybe feel the heat of a long touch
Or the fire passion kindles
Radiation that desire puts in the air
And the warmth from a loving look
The heat when two bodies touch
Long enough but not—at the same time
The heat between me and you
The fire started by windswept walks on a beach
Love isn’t cold to all
Just to most

So you can see love if you look
You can hear love if you listen
In the morning love is like Sunshine on a cold field
It warms and brings to life
Those in the glow
Morning Glory
That’s Love’s Story