Love Is...

being in your presence

being myself

being lost in your eyes

and binking away the tears of happiness... 

Those same eyes reflect my soul, 

and make me whole. 

Thru heavy winds and rain, we defeat mother nature

and life's unending drain. 

Our castle still stands, yet no one knows why, 

it's all because of the look in your eyes. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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