Thoughts of Love

Love is raw, emotive,
doesn’t make sense.

Love sometimes slams a door in your face,
or shuts one behind so that you cannot go back.

Love removes obstacles,
kicks them aside,
determined to prove it
will not be stopped.

Love dreams, in colors,
all colors of the rainbow.

Love maintains composure, even
when all hell is breaking lose.

Love holds fast.

Love stays.

Love tucks in.

DSC_4893And sometimes love leaves,
lets go,
moves on.

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