what love means to me

November 4, 2017

i still remember the day

your heart where my head lay

the world at a pause

from the birds, there weren’t any caws

it was just you and i

those three words you said, they were no lie

even now, those words mean so much

coming from someone that makes me shiver with every touch

we laugh until our lungs give up

and even then, that wouldn’t be enough

we keep going until finally

we lay down kindly

side by side

looking eye to eye

we realize what love is about

it’s not about the amount,

that is present

or isn’t

it’s about always having someone

when you’ve cut the onion,

i’ll always be there

for the sake of all the good times we share

sweetie, i’ve seen it all

and you’re still the one i love to call,

mine.

-L.A.

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