Love is

September 10, 2020

Love is a mystery.

I walk through this field

Of flowers I now see

And wonder how they got there.

Love is a blessing.

I count all the gifts

That my lovely sent me

And marvel at their beauty.

Love is a danger.

I see all the ways

It could lead to anger

And I fear what may happen.

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Katydid TrapSep 10, 2020

<p>I fell in love for the first time. I don't want to forget what that feels like. </p>