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What (Perhaps) Love Is

Love is
Big vast blue sky
Wind between the trees
Sunshine through leaves
Cirrus up so high

Love is
Your laughter
How your eyes and cheeks wrinkles
Your deep brown eyes
Looking at me
Loving, teasing, caring
Kindly, sweetly, strongly

Love is
Breathing the same air
Talking the same issue
Thinking the same concern
Feeling the same
Fear, doubt, confusion
Yet believe together
Everything is gonna be okay

Love is
Knowing all your perks and jinks
Then loving you more
Listening to your unheard voices
Watching your every move and stare

Love is
Having you as a friend
A confidant
Partner in crime
Someone to share your life

Love is
Caring for you near and far
Holding you tight
Then learn to let go
Because true love sets us free


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