A Thing Unseen
Love is a thing unseen.
Not always known and untold.
When touched by it you can feel
pain, joy, anger, happiness.
It sounds like spring,
but at the same time a winters storm.
It has the warmth of fire
and the coldness of ice.
Its like an unquenched thirst.
Strived for like lost breath.
Chaos like a stampede
with the organization of a painting.
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jbenson
I am a 21 year old newly wed college student. Reading and written are my favorite hobbies. I take life day by day.
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