Before love arrived I was broken and unloved
Many and many days I cried myself to sleep because I was unloved and wanted to be loved.
when love came love surrounded me with peace
Love felt like home.
when I saw love the first time, the very first time love had curly dark hair and wore black on black.
when I saw love first time I felt safe as I could ever feel.
love held my hand I remember the very first time
and I could feel all the purity I have never felt before.
and I want to tell love how I adore him and how I feel warm in his presence
love feels like sunshine on a bad day
Love feels like someone I could spend the rest of my life with
love feels like someone I could cry in front of
Love feels like a warm cozy blanket on a cold night
on a bad day one day, I want to hold love and tell him I will be there forever and ever.
So when we hold hands I might hold on tight because I do not want to let go of love .not ever.
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