Agape
To say love is a cliché thing, is a cliché thing to say.
But with you, love means so many things.
You bring happiness to a day when there is none,
a sense of security like a swaddled baby- even when
history is nothing but broken glass.
Around you I’m as comfortable as a cat in a dog's bed,
and my anxieties are not to be found.
You don’t hide me nor hide from me
and you accept me as I am- baggage included-
because you love me.
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