On Love

Love isn't as romantic as they paint it to be. 

It was not a magical premonition knowing who I'd marry someday. 

It was getting to know you and deciding that on my own terms. 

 

It was not blazing fire and passion.

It was a gentle touch,

An easy way of  coming into my life.

Like sunshine in the morning, 

slowly illuminating everything on its path. 

Love

◄ Happiness

Fire ►

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Philipos

Thu 21st Nov 2019 22:39

Nice words Adriana. Enjoyed. P.

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