Blog 203:
Love …
Softly it comes
Steadily it builds up
Until one is wrapped-up
And lost in its wonders …
Enduring love …
None of it comes in a bottle
Ready for pouring
Or consumption
For love to breathe life consistently
It requires pruning
It entails nurturing
It involves patience
It commands desire
It compels a rhythmic dance …
My love is like laughter
It is contagiously ticklish …
My love is like mother
Whose bind follows everywhere …
My love is like river
It flows through barriers
And dances with the rocks along the way
My love is what life is …
Lives … acts … quiets my qualms!
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