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The depth of love
On the surface lies a smile,
A sparkle in one’s eye.
The feeling that in their company
Time just rushes by.
A little deeper and you’ll find
Butterflies a swarming
Concentration disappears
But thoughts of them are warming
Deeper still into one’s bones
A yearning and an ache,
A drug-like dependency
One simply can’t forsake.
Friday 29th June 2018 7:19 pm
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