What Love is

Gentle,
Subtle and sweet
Like snow flakes
On a cool winters night.
Or a quiet breeze
whistling through the summer trees
What young love is suppose to be
The sunsets
The night falls
But with him
I still have it all
Happening slowly
Graceful
Suspenseful
and oh
how powerful
This tis
what love is





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