Love is… By Adrian Henri

I absolutely love this poem. Henri takes us on a journey through the seemingly mundane yet all-consuming sentimentalities that generate this abstract emotion. His repetition of “Love is…” reinforces the intangibility of the feeling of being in love. From the small signs of affection such as the holding of hands to the emotional wrenching of separation, Henri demonstrates that despite the culmination of all these  examples of loving actions/reactions, he is still unable to give a definitive answer to what love is…


Love is… By Adrian Henri

Love is… 

Love is feeling cold in the back of vans 

Love is a fanclub with only two fans 

Love is walking holding paintstained hands 

Love is. 

Love is fish and chips on winter nights 

Love is blankets full of strange delights 

Love is when you don’t put out the light 

Love is 

Love is the presents in Christmas shops 

Love is when you’re feeling Top of the Pops 

Love is what happens when the music stops 

Love is 

Love is white panties lying all forlorn 

Love is pink nightdresses still slightly warm 

Love is when you have to leave at dawn 

Love is 

Love is you and love is me 

Love is prison and love is free 

Love’s what’s there when you are away from me 

Love is…

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