It's all some ever saw
A ring, a vow, a home, a bed
And they call it love
But love is not a poem
Love is when I ugly cry
And you hold me
It's when you show me your pain
And I am here for you
For all of it
Love is hard and fun and work and play
It's that I know the real you
And you see all of me
And we stay
About the Creator
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Yesterday, I watched a time-lapse video of a sunset. I’ve seen so many real sunsets. The sun sinks farther and farther behind the horizon until it’s gone. Its light lingers for a bit, then fades to night. The video, for some reason- the angle, maybe- made it easier to see the truth, which is, of course, that the sun doesn’t leave us. We’re the ones who turn away, knowing life will be dark and cold without it, but we do it anyway because that's just how it has to be. And here I was blaming the sun all this time.
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RESILIENCE
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Rather beautiful...