Love lives in your bones,
in the way you hold them close,
in the way your heart folds,
and the way your smile; marigold,
hides between the shores,
of the sorrow, and the cold.
The heart is a line,
squiggly drawn by a child,
the moment you're born,
your heart understands
that you can't draw well,
but you'll begin to learn how,
with the passing of the seasons.
And the way you smile,
still brings happiness to me,
those dimples that hold butterflies.
And with passing time,
you begin to learn how to be,
how to heal, gentle angel;
you'll begin to learn how to live.
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Author:
Angelo (
Offline) - Published: November 23rd, 2025 19:54
- Category: Love
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Comments2
The process of learning when young and how it is seen. Nicely done
Welcome to MPS! Many good journeys 🕊️🙏🏻
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