Our love doesn’t take the form of a heart.
It’s more chair shaped.
Helps someone stand to new heights.
It’s where inspiration starts
And a hard day’s work ends.
Our love is likely a wooden chair.
Made of earthly things.
Likely stained, but only to bring out more beauty.
Likely sanded, but still able to splinter.
No, a heart shape will never do, for our love, Deary.
Too squishy. An impractical design.
How would it stand up on it’s own?
Our love is relevant.
Quite literally: brought to the table.
Softly impressed over time.
A keepsake in the family tale.