Oh, I love you like an old jazz tune,
lazily waltzing through orange-hued hallways.
Our steps are one and the same;
your shadow is my own.
Oh, I love you like an oyster and its pearl.
I'll keep you safe from the wrath of the ocean's fists.
We don't have to give our softness away,
let's keep it here, just for us.
Oh, I love you like a child's steps on crunchy leaves,
that wonder of life's best things
a happy giggle, rosy cheeks,
a shining brightness in the eyes.
Oh, I love you, I say,
as I look in the mirror.
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Love begins with oneself so it is at birth and though life. One can not give what one does not have and so to give love one must have it first for self then for others. A lovely poem
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