Love is a blind man seeing with perfect sight,
a day full of moon and a night full of sun.
It's every month of every second,
every year of every minute.
Love is a frown full of joy
and a tear full of speachless emotions
begging to be let out.
Love is up being down,
the sunrise at sunset,
and the cow that jumped over the moon.
Love is raceless,
but full of color.
Love is the grand finale fireworks
on the fourth of july.
Love makes no sense,
But love
is love
and love it,
we will.
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I enjoyed the third and sixth stanzas of this piece. The sixth is especially poetic. I fully agree with those lines.
ReplyDeletewow, I really liked this; I loved the stanza, "Love is a frown full of joy and a tear full of speachless emotions begging to be let out."
ReplyDeleteI really like this it is very creative and very true i can truely connect to it
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