Written quietly in the stars
What do you think love is?
A bouquet of roses?
Goodnight kisses?
Holding hands?
A dreamy wedding?
Growing old and grey?
True love is,
undeniably, irrevocably,
in its simplest form,
thinking for the other person
before yourself,
even in the quiet moments
no one sees,
for that is
the highest form of love.
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How does one fall,
and get back on their two feet?
How does one fail,
and still see the light?
We all get a little lost
from time to time,
trapped in the demons
of our own creation.
If only time and space allowed
one to look back
on what was left behind –
Fears, regrets,
an abyss of darkness.
How does one still carry hope
amidst it all?
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