Your love is a match
That lit a fire
Within me.
Your love is a drunk,
Cliché cursive carved
Messily onto the tree.
Your love is obscured
Adjectives, hidden
Secrets, and kisses.
Your love is bruised
lips, heartbreaks,
And sore throats.
Your love kept me
Alive and yearning
For the crumbs.
Your love is an arrow
That shot me, and now
I'm bleeding all over.
Your love punched the
Greeks and is a poorly
Written Shakespeare.
Your love is all I want
And everything I need
This Valentine's.
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Little Things in Life
Random"I hate a Roman named Status Quo!" - Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury
