The Moods of Love

My poem of love is hard to define
- Because what I want of it changes all the time

Sometimes I want it to be like a movie or books
- Unrealistically romantic, full of clichés and loved filled looks
Other times it is a simple hug when I need it the most
- The way you know to wait to butter my cold toast

Sometimes I want it to be passionate and intense
- The air seemingly charged and emotionally dense
Other times light-hearted, funny and sweet
- Hands entwined and giggling until we weep

Sometimes I want it to be exciting and new
- Butterflies fluttering and cheeks flushed like dew
Other times I want it comfortable and warm
- Buffeted and protected by your love from harm

Sometimes I want it to be quiet in its glee
- Only visible to those who pay enough attention to see
Other times I want to shout it to the sky above
- That you belong to me, my love

My expectations seem extremely high
- But I long to experience all the moods of love before I die