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Love is…too much, too little, and just right.
Love is…what keeps hope in sight.
Love is…the flickering in the dark of a long lost light.
Love is…my throat caught in a lightly bleeding bite.
Long has it been that love is all that and more
Once it was the strength and warmth in my core
Vague memories, fleeting feelings, and aching is all my mind stores.
Eventually it’ll be okay, I say, as the next drink pours.
I have been adrift, falling into a rift,
Swift switch off the cliff til lift proves a gift.
.epoh sniamer ereht wohemos dnA
.epor eurt dna derettat taht ot ylmrif sdloh dnaH
.epoc ot efil yad yreve htiw spleh dna ,si evol dnarG
Love is…something about which to write.
Love is…full feelings once the flame ignites.
Love is…cold when it ends in lonely nights.
Love is…too much…too little…and just right…
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