What Love Is About
Two people and their feelings
I never really thought until now
What love is really all about,
Two people and their emotions
Amicably sorting problems out.
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Two people sticking together
Daily through thick or thin,
Hanging on during tough times
Until happiness begins to win.
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Making their mundane lives
Be a blessing in disguise,
Even the boring routines
Are exciting in their eyes.
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It is dreaming of a future
That fairytales do come true,
Knowing they’ll never be alone
As there will always be two.
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It’s when the sun shines
Even on stormy cloudy days,
When they see their partner
As their loves sunshine rays.
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During bad and stressful times
One hug can make it all right,
Confident in relaying secrets
Knowing they’ll guard them tight.
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Waking next to each other
Starts the day off with glee,
Knowing they are not bound
Together they’re totally free.
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A single hug and a sweet kiss
Understood by their loving heart,
They can talk about anything
As it has been from the start.
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It’s the trust that each shows
And saying how much they care,
Knowing when they need a shoulder
The other’s will always be there.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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