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Love

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What is love?
It's the dew on that blushing rose bud..
It's the golden streak across the pink horizon..
It's the candy floss bought by him at the local fair..
It's the teddy won in truth or dare...
It's the stolen glance in a room full of people...
It's the secret kiss to the movie reel on the projector...
It's the smell of his cologne lingering long after he left for work...
It's the dried jasmine smeared on the hardwood floor...
It's the burnt toast eaten with dollops of laughter...
It's the teasing episode for any gathering after...
It's a snooze on a cold morning under the heavy duvet...
It's the lingering of fingers on the Sunkissed beaches...
It's the soup and hug when you are down with a runny nose...
It's the angry tone when you forget to take your daily vitamin dose...
It's the choclate pastry with the single candle...
It's the fragrance of the chanel bottle ...
It's the scar which you love more than ever...
It's the mole on the lip and love fever...
It's the silent tears as you hear the smile..
It's the craving to be together the video call ends...
It's the dried roses saved away from the first Christmas...
It's the bubbles she blew during the windy summers...
Little by little the feeling grows...that tingling feeling ..which...some callĀ  Love..

◄ Year gone by..

The Colourful Moon ►

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