Our love doesn’t take the form of a heart.

It’s more chair shaped.

Sturdy.

Even footed.

Supportive.

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.

Raw.

Natural.

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.

Non-imposing.

Softly impressed over time.

A keepsake in the family tale.