L O V E
I have never seen true fireworks until the night
I saw your eyes react with the moonlight.
I have never heard the magic of music
until the evening you whispered your
secrets into the crypts of my ears.
I have never known compassion
until the morning you spilled
your runny heart all over my
bacon and eggs. I have never
felt balance until that long
weekend when we first
held hands. I have never
known love until you left
us all behind. But then
I found love. The truest
of the kind. The love I
already had inside of
myself. The love I
thought was
blind.
About the Creator
Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner
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