You are my verb,
the action that moves me,
the heartbeat that refuses to sit still.
I am your adverb,
softly, deeply, endlessly,
I color the way you love.
And apparently,
they say it’s a noun,
this thing we share.
A name, a place, a truth we hold.
But love is more than grammar,
more than rules or forms.
It’s the sentence we keep writing,
without a final full stop.
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Author:
Job Welime (
Offline) - Published: September 16th, 2025 07:43
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Like math, grammar is something I am no good at but find intriguing and most interesting. Here you lay out love a most ambiguous word in a gramatical poem and I adore it. A wonderful write
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