Love's that.

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.



  • Florence J


    • ocumon

      Thank you 🙂

    • Thekkinkkattil

      Nice read

      • ocumon

        Thank you 🙂

      • Goldfinch60

        Love is always there for us.

        Welcome to MPS.

        • ocumon

          Of course it is! Thank you 🙂

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