How Does It Feel To Love?

November 1, 2017

Love.

It's a flower, stubborn in the biting,

starving

winds of a cold world.

Love.

Its a simple, gentle,

kiss

be it from mother, lover, or friend.

Love.

The only thing that matters in the end.

Trust.

That's what I believe is love.

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