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What is Love?

the slow tambur
it's not wrong
just a touch
it brakes you
it makes you
it's not expected
you flinch
but sigh and lean back
your eyes blinking
hands along the edges
not telling or expecting
all along and down
a trembling silence
it builds and builds
you fight so hard not to let it be lost
sun and sky
stars in the night
so many dreams lost
just those little ones found
and then it is there in front of you
within and all around
do you trust your heart
your soul
your passion
a choice or a path
How deep do you feel it?


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What is Love?

the slow tambur
it's not wrong
just a touch
it's brakes you
it makes you
it's not expected
you flinch
but sigh and lean back
your eyes blinking
hands along the edges
not telling or expecting
all along and down
a trembling silence
it builds and builds
you fight so hard not to let it be lost
sun and sky
stars in the night
so many dreams lost
just those little ones found
and then it is there in front of you
within and all around
do you trust your heart
your soul
your passion
a choice or a path
How deep do you feel it?


:bdsm-heart:

The moral of the story is to seize what is in front of you and never let it go ... it may never come again ... it's the way of love.

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Love has many colors.

And blue is certainly one.

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What is Love?

the slow tambur
it's not wrong
just a touch
it brakes you
it makes you
it's not expected
you flinch
but sigh and lean back
your eyes blinking
hands along the edges
not telling or expecting
all along and down
a trembling silence
it builds and builds
you fight so hard not to let it be lost
sun and sky
stars in the night
so many dreams lost
just those little ones found
and then it is there in front of you
within and all around
do you trust your heart
your soul
your passion
a choice or a path
How deep do you feel it?


:bdsm-heart:
Very lovely.
 
Thank you all!

I never know what I'm truly saying until ... I've finished and titles are something I think should be left to rainy day women. Although I wouldn't go with Dylan's numbers. ;)

The summit in the spring and the slopes in the winter.

I can't explain it.

When you find it ... You know!
 
That is one of your finest poems ever. Wonderful subtle, yet forceful imagery. The sweetness and the uncertain certainty.
 
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