Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Love

The most fickle thing I know
Something everyone believes they know
But does anyone REALLY know?
Why do they act like it?
The word is thrown out too casually
Love is not feeding each other
It’s not holding hands while walking
And it’s not a kiss
Love is 50 years of acceptance
It’s knowing who you’re with
And loving their flaws
Enjoy the moments you spend
And the little things involved
And do them with your love
Right out there on your sleeve

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