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Love Is Love

Or is it?

By Hay CollinsPublished 4 years ago 1 min read

Love is love no matter how it looks from the outside or the inside. It is as they say that the heart wants what the heart wants and who are we to deny it?

My heart longs for the spark that lights up his eyes, the smile that strikes his face in the most unexpected ways. The shock that it sends threw my chest and the joy that blows threw my soul like wind threw the trees. The sun doesnt shine when he is gone, cause he is the light that brightens my world.

I love him even when I know it puts my heart in jeoperdy. I know it comes at a cost, a cost I know that I can not afford. They say love can be a sacrafice, if this is so then whos sacrafice is it? They say love is blind but if thats so then why can I see so clearly? Or is it that I only believe I can see clearly, what am I not seeing?

Because reguardless of every flaw he may bring, everytime I see him I feel it in my heart, that just maybe he may be the one. Though I feel and look so foolish the feelings are there, or maybe its the feelings that are what make us blind. We long to feel but we also feel too easily and too quickly. Take time, even take a step back, let the truth reveal its self before we feel the need to feel. Through patience we can find virtue, a standard behavior most lack in modern day.

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About the Creator

Hay Collins

Love. Faith. Happiness. Family. Artist, Writer, Photographer.

I write short stories and poetry of bits and pieces of my life as I navagate my way through it each and every day. I also tend to write other scribble.

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