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.
Philipos
Thu 21st Nov 2019 22:39
Nice words Adriana. Enjoyed. P.