November 16, 2009
Love is the rustle of the fall breeze
the heart, not the eyes, that see

Love is the hope that comes in the midst of despair
the comfort of the wind blowing through your hair

Love is the waves of the ocean crashing over the sand
the footprints trailing behind you as you make a new one on the land

Love is a full moon that seems to light up the sky like a jubilant laugh
never missing its other half

Love is everywhere

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