Love is not a cursory glance,
A momentary desire,
Changing with a heart's beat.
Love is not buying a pair of shoes one day,
Waking the next,
And wishing terribly you'd actually bought brown, and not green.
Love is not diamonds, or rubies, or pearls
It comes from a source
Far richer and deeper.
Love is not silent
Does not pause, does not rest,
Perpetual motion.
Love is not categorised, filed, neatly packed away
into a box with a bright pink bow.
The possibility of containing such a concept - obscure, unique - ridiculous!
Love is not a solitary climb
To the top of Everest or Kilimanjaro
It's you by my side that gives me the strength,
And allows me to know...
Love.
- Ebs
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