Tourist of Love. (1st draft) in Poetry by Me

Clean room, fresh linens
The bed made
Mint on pillow
French doors to the patio
Open
Sheer white drapes
Floating in the breeze
A view of the ocean beyond
Soft blue
The sound of waves, soothing
The smell of salt water
Deep breaths in
Lungs filling
Exhale
Stress escapes
This is love for me

Then it's packing
Overflowing suitcases
Looking over the room
Did I forget something?
Check out
Taxi cab
Airport
Home again
Loneliness
Work tomorrow
Missing, longing, pining
Memories of better days
This is love for me

Being in love is a vacation
Such a lovely place to visit
With only a wish to live there
I am but a tourist of love