This love? It’s not a joke. This love? Maybe we can’t explain. This love? It’s not stress. This love? It brings me to live. This love? It wipes my tears. This love? It brings me peace. This love? It’s blue eyes. Green eyes. Brown eyes. Bright eyes. This love? It met me in a black shirt and a peach dress. This love? It cried on my shoulder. This love? It held my hand. This love? Drove up and away again in a blue car. This love? Is late nights and early mornings. This love? Is 4 CDs. This love? Is a bridge. This love? Is a slumber party. This love? Is a church pew. This love? Is a stick shift car. This love? Is a fire on Garvin. This love? Is your son, and your sharing. This love? Is how proud you get. This love? Laid on your driveway. This love? Had you walk up my driveway. This love? Is drives. To you. To me. This love? Is remembering. This love? Is meeting. This love? Is pie. This love? Is watching you with your guitar. This love? Is letters. This love? A field. A hot air balloon. A plane. This love? It’s conversation. This love? It’s not letting go. This love? It’s letting go. This love? It’s songs written, and listened to. This love? It’s breaking. It’s making. This love? Is hugs. This love? It’s never wanting to say goodbye. This love? It’s reminding us of a cross. This love? It comes from beyond us. This love? It’s what we live for. This love? Has made life worth living for. This love? Hospital rooms. Death beds. Edges of cliffs. Windy nights. Sunny days. This love? It’s that someone knows. This love? It’s something worth fighting for. Please, know, that this love?

It will come to save us all.

I love you.