Love what does it mean
A chemical reaction
Sparking off a series of reactions
That leaves one dazed and confused
~
But it's so much more than that
It's coffee when you first wake up
A hand to rub your back when you don't feel well
A kind word when you're about to break down
~
A hug when all you want to do is hide
Laughter at the worst of your jokes
A hand to hold through the good times and bad
Someone to spend your most precious moments with
~
Love what does it mean
A series of chemical reactions
Causing a multitude of actions
But it's so much more
~
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Josephine Mason
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