The Innocence of Love

I like love in the most innocent of ways,

Like a warm hug,

And not to be swept under the rug.

I don’t like sex,

Or kissing, 

Or making out.

Because there’s nothing better than a boy in your arms and the sun on your cheeks.

The words “my love” instead of babe, baby, or babygirl.

A dinner and a movie instead of Netflix and chill.

Or maybe just Netflix and not the chill part.

Because I see love as a work of art.

I don’t want something rough,

I want something tender,

I want the innocence of love.