Love is hands not eyes,
patient surprise,
less fireworks
- more butterflies.
Love is whoops not cries,
even when it dies,
leads to tears
- or forces sighs.
Love is what I feel lost in your smile.
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Author:
ocumon (
Offline) - Published: August 28th, 2021 16:25
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Beautiful!
Thank you 🙂
Nice read
Thank you 🙂
Love is always there for us.
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Of course it is! Thank you 🙂
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