This love of mine;
It twists, it breathes, it embraces
Coiling around me with its tender touch, it’s very essence gingerly caressing,
Birthing the being that makes up me.
This love of mine;
It frolics, it whispers, it giggles
With its hand in mine, leading me along the winding path to happiness,
I find that being that makes up me.
This love of mine;
It lingers, it cries, it mourns
Piercing my heart with a cacophony of memories from the past
Shattering the being that made up me.
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Written 09/11/20