What Is Love Poem by Megan Kathryn Miller

Your fingers dance on your knee
I can tell you’re still nervous
You give an awkward grin as you look over at me
Oh God.
“Hey, ” you say sheepishly
“You know every minute I spend with you,
I can’t help but be happy. You’re like fire in my eyes
and I’m a cube of ice in your presence.
I want my time and heart to be yours.”
He slid out of his chair onto one knee
Oh God.
“Hey, ” you start again. Tears fill my eyes
“You know every minute I spend with you
I stand there watching you
Taking in the beauty
Looking at your perfect soul.”
He reaches in his pocket
Oh God.
Its beautiful.
It fits perfectly.
“I can’t let you go now.”
What is love?
It must be this.