No lines around love.
No boxes can contain it.
No single definition defines it.
No person can describe it.
But,
When someone brightens your day
Simply by appearing,
Simply by speaking,
Smiling,
Touching,
Kissing...
And you become somehow...
Better.
And want to make them happy.
To smile at them,
And receive their smile...
To touch and
Be touched by them...
When any box called a room
Becoes better
Because they're in it...
When each action, thought,
Has to do with them...
Maybe that's love.
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different but same
in our hearts the same flame burns
united ignited
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want to share it all
hopes and dreams and mad desires
loving poetry
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dawn's flower opens
dew collecting on petals
tongue following folds
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dipped into her heart
found the words she wished to write
made me a poem
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wlll you write for me
echo love found in my poems
tell me how you feel
Donovan Baldwin