Love (a poem by me,I write as a hobby,hope you enj

Love is walking the streets alone at night
but never alone
Love is the silence on a porch
Hearing only the sound of wind
Love is the sigh of a goodbye
Even if you never walk away
Only the sea makes a distance
That is crushed in a thought
Love is the warmth of a friend
That accompanies you in your sorrowful afternoons
Love is the flower of the orange
The impossible of Fools
Caring of a mother
The twilight of an evening
Love is a song that touches you
Like lovers touch
Love is your smile
Among the crowd noise
Love is the cool morning air
Even if you hate alarm clock
Love is the intimacy of a word
Only two, understand
Love is the last thought
In a day that has left you exhausted
Love is the call that comes
Just at the moment, you write the last digit
Love is the peace you draw
In all my being
Love is the anxiety of my hands
Before touching
Love is the space that is
Between my body and yours
Love is something
I've understood too late
Love is louder
Covering the bombs, the screams .... Silence.