Love

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Love is the tree we used to kiss under

Love is the light of the lightning and the thunder

Love is the bang of fireworks that sent you scrambling for the dark

Love is the swings we used to swing on in the park

Love is eight fingers and two thumbs intertwined

Love is winding you up before you started to unwind

Love was the image we couldn't get out of our minds

Love was me waiting to see you and anxiously checking the time

Love was showing up outside your house with a bag of flowers

Love was wanting to spend not minutes with you but hours

Love was going for walks and reading books and having talks

Love was not a secret that prowled and slithered and sneaked and stalked

Love was not something pure

Love was not wanting less or more

Love was something not meant to be

Love was something you could both feel and see

Love was something unexpected

Love was something that tore and wrecked and

Love was something you would know if 'I' were 'We'

Love was something that made us more than just happy

Love was something that made it worthwhile

Love was something we planned on a map and we

Loved with a love that made us smile and loved with a love felt through cuddles during naps and it made us laugh from November till May as we lay on piles of human emotions nesting at the bottom of the ocean my arms wrapped around you warmed by the simple notion of that tree, old with yew leaves, bringing life and death whenever it pleased and on our knees we leaned against it as the sky wept and closed our eyes and slept dreaming as we curled and unfurled dreaming about nothing and dreaming of each other's worlds...

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