Love looks like
reds, golds, fuchsias, and maroons
Love looks like
vibrant hearts under the neon moon
Love looks like a
patch of flowers growing in the sun
Or like the
petals of a daisy, growing, blooming one by one
Love looks like a
veil of mist upon a frozen lake
And like tinkling
he's used to unlock a box it's secret they will take
Love looks like
contentedness sitting neath the setting sun
Or like creators
of world peace taking away all guns
Love looks like a
once blind man opening his eyes to see
Truly, love is
whatever you want it to be.
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