Loving Freely
Im a fool,
because my passion triumphs my reason.
And I love carelessly.
But, I couldn't live without it: Love.
I love the pastel shades of dawn when I awake.
I love how the warm air engulfs me, welcomes me as I leave my home.
I love the faces of people, all so beautiful and different,
and their 'Goodmorning's and 'Have a good one's.
I love the peoples chatter, and their laugh makes me so content.
I love when the people dance, well or not.
I love the the melodic strum of a guitar, and a beautiful voice following it,
and the art on the wall of an elementary school.
I love the feel of a familiar hand, gentle, and on my forehead.
And I live, by focusing on what I love.
I love that I have a heart big enough, to love so much, so passionatley.
And I am grateful that I have found love
is what gets me through the long hopeless days.
And I will continue to love freely.
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