I write as an artist
would use a brush
for each stroke…
There is a meaning
of passion
as a writer would choose
the words
and how to place them on
paper…
We struggle just the same
Living life
for the moment…
Dreaming & fantasizing
about the tomorrow's
to come…
The love I have
to give
consumes my soul…
Until that one person
comes along…
When you look at them
it is as if
you are looking in a
mirror at yourself…
Who knows you…
And…
how rare …
and…
special …
your…
love ….
is…
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