Can we really define love?
Is it the way we look at our partner, or how we watch the sunset?
Is it not how we drink coffee in the morning and sleep with a warm blanket?
When we get a new car and when we find that watch that we lost?
Is it not family gatherings and a bonfire while camping?
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Cheesencrackers (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2026 09:34
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OH BABY DON'T HURT ME! DON'T HURT ME! NO MORE! --- lol all jokes aside great poem sometimes I question what love is all the time, even when my partner asks me if I love them, and I do not know, I still say I do because even if in that moment I may not feel love I know I have it.. idk if that makes sense. I like your poem though, it brings up love in experiences... I use to just enjoy love for living but these days i'm tired A. Anyways yeah great poem
Useless question relative to some animal sensations...
A pet peeve of mine the definition of love in the English language. It is used for everything from passion to a favorite object. Love to me is far deeper it is that way we look at someone that means more than words and a lasting feeling that does not die even when we can not live with them anymore it is eternal. A wonderful write
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