Wednesday, November 18

and this is love.




















[mine]


now, simple dreamer, what is love?
i see you have no clue. 
but your understated ignorance is drawing me to you.

you throw up your hands and wink and smile,
acknowledge you don't know,
but you live to like it, live to learn, and choose not to stay, but go. 

sweet action in the place of words,
eye glint and impish grin,
at your command, my heart will leap when your thumb holds my chin.

and is love over, is love gone,
or can love find a friend?
yes, your true love has forgotten romance and will never, ever end.

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