Love Is Another Poem
Love is a flower and love is our hope
Love is the mountain cresting clouds of smoke
Love is your voice at the end of the day
Love is your text when you just say, "hey."
Love is a field of copious green
Love is your presence, when sight unseen
Love is the morn and the light through our blinds
Love is the morning our bodies entwined
Love is your fragrance, the wisp, and your glow
Love is another poem, Yeah, I know.
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