The universal language of humans
Is love
And for all the heartaches in the world
We bear through it for the chance of
Finding our passion
Exploring the open map
Looking into a newborn's eyes
A seat in Cupid's lap
In the whirlwind of life
We want big clues
To the secrets of our purpose
But I find that answers lie in smaller cues
Little things, that make reality worth it
When I notice the chinks
Of the tiny little things
I end up noticing the quirks
That are endearing in human beings
The whistle laugh
The crooked smile
The mending heart
The mismatched style
Of all the types of love in the world
I find the most special is kindness
To do something without praise or reward
Just the understanding that life is priceless
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A Sea Shore Still Has Pebbles
PoesíaA collection of poems I've written through the years and am still writing.
