Is it when butterflies afloat in our stomach
After a mischievous grin
A blush, a shy smile
After an obscure lie, an empty compliment
Or a gasp for air, underwater
Breathe, after a long stare
As if taking your soul
In the most majestic way, you thought of?
Neither; for love is calm and peaceful.
A lullaby that carries you in the arms,
Caressing you,
Feeding you assurance of what love is like.
Love does not take your soul,
It does not make you yearn for air
It gives you room to breathe,
Just like a home, in your own room.
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