Love,
in some ways,
I consider more a matter
of diligence
than of inspiration.
Love
is to grow closer
to a someone who is living
while you live,
to spend time with you
and grow like you
in the end.
Love
is to take risks.
Love
is to dare.
Love
is to say to someone,
Will you be by my side
as I try to understand
this world,
and live?
To be in love
is to go a little mad.
It is to accept
a little bit of inconvenience
into your life, for the sake
of companionship.
To realize you are only whole
when there is another
who will only
pour out admiration
at your every act
in this world.
Love is blind.
Love is silly.
Love is slight.
Love sees what it wants to see.
But how perceptive!
How comforting!
To know Love in this world,
as and for what it is!
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