Sometimes when you love someone so much
Them just standing in front of you
Allowing you the pleasure of their existence
And their gentle gaze
And their smile
Is enough
And you think, "This is it" and, "This is all I need to be happy"
And you truly are happy
You don't need them to love you back
You don't need to kiss them
Or God forbid have sex
You can just look at them and know
This is it
This is love
I could look at them like this for the rest of my life and feel full
I am happy
This is love.
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Where The Grass Grows
PoesíaA poetry collection about life & death, love, loss, & grief. Written through the lens of a 15-17-year-old girl. These poems are a collection of my story. Take care of them. They mean the world to me.
