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A Letter of Love
What is love?
This is a never ending question
There is so many meanings
I start every time I finish
Love is passion
Like what you feel
When your eyes close
And you feel it staring at you
When you pull the cover over you
And feel a arm fall over you
And grab you firmly as if nothing can ever hurt you
Love is still
Like ice stuck to a house in the morning of winter
Like when you’re at your peak and you say don’t move
Like a deer caught in headlights
It’s like you won’t dare yourself to move
When you have it
Love is dreamy
Almost fake
It’s uneasy but develops into fantasies
Day to day love becomes cartoon like
Can this be real type thoughts
Roaming through your head
As each day comes to an end
Love is pure
Like rain
It’s not man made
It’s natural
It falls on you as pure as sun shine
It holds you apart from all other creatures
Love is defined
It’s not defined like any other word found in the dictionary
It’s defined by actions
By words
It’s defined by touch, aroma, even sight
It’s defined differently by everyone
One word cannot define love
But love
