Loving Them


What is love? 

Is it the tightness in my chest when they look at me? 

Is it the thought of them before I go to rest? 

Or the rushing adreline of my heart? 


What is love?

Is  it the supernova in their eyes? 

Is it their beautiful smile before they say good-bye?

Or the merging of our personalities?


What is love?

Is it clear to see when I'm with them?

Is it something indescrible before the mystery is solved? 

Or perhaps it is a feeling that's constantly evolving.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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