Love
The heart is a muscle yet
We use it as a symbol of
Love.
So protect it closely like a
hand in a glove.
We draw it on papers with
Cute little words to show
Our affection
But on rare occasion we
Are thrown a nasty rejection
Love is delicate and needs
To grow between to souls
It can tear you up or it
Can make you whole
Treat love when you find it
As the greatest treasure
Of all time
Because it may be the last
You see of it's kind
Love is a rarity in these
Hectic days
So When you find it make
Sure it stays
Respect what the word
Love stands for
In the end it will come
Knocking on your door
Tammy Arrowood 12/11/2016
Copyright © Tammy Cox | Year Posted 2016
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