Love
What is love?
Is it like a rainbow
That joins two
Fields of flowers,
Or the smell
Of cinnamon sticks
In the early hours?
As her child eyes
Gaze upon my
Calloused hands,
I instinctively
Embraced her
Precious face.
This is love.
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