Poem: What is love?

Love cannot be measured by a cliché,
well-scripted proposals or diamond rings.
It is to be seen every day;
measured by simple, ordinary things.

It is covering him with a blanket when he is cold at night.
It is hugging her when she cries, telling her it’ll be alright.
It is waking up and making him a coffee in the morning.
It is listening intently, even when what she says is boring.
It is being there for him during the hardest of times.
It is telling her ugly truths instead of beautiful lies.

Love is not what we see in films and read about in books;
it is not empty words, material things, and perfect looks.
Love is feeling cared for and seen;
it is being happier than you have ever been.

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