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Love is the fifty yard line, two teams, one game.
Love is fifty-fifty, compromise and thrive.
Love is a photograph at fifty percent contrast, neither lost in darkness or blinded by fantasy.
Love is fifty years together, on top of the hill, the climb behind, and the easy ride ahead.
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Ripples
A lily pad floats, From the sky water drops, Then a ripple forms.
By Froggy Jonesabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Comments (5)
At the age of 50, the just-right clarity has finally learned to reserve tenderness for those who deserve it. At the age of 50, love is no longer a desperate rush, but a composed attitude when one is evenly matched. There are fine lines at the corners of the eyes. There is a yardstick in the heart. Still in hand The confidence to stop at any time
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These are great analogies. I'm not a football fan but it doesn't matter. I get it. My favorite is your comparison to a photograph! That's awesome. Pleased to meet you. I'm Bill. I've subscribed to you. ⚡💙⚡
Love how you describe love here. ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎
I never thought of it that way when I entered this challenge. - Yes, love is 50-50 indeed, Give or take. Nicely Done!!!