Defining Love
Routine thoughts make you jump
like a firecracker of desire, right behind your ear.
This is Springtime.
What is Love?
Days and nights spent mapping,
double checking edges, facts;
loosing sleep over your next discovery.
Planting the seeds of Home.
This is Summertime.
What is Love?
Is the worry and hard work worth it?
Other flowers smell sweeter, other stars are brighter.
Every other path seems shorter and smoother.
This is Autumn.
What is Love?
Two trees grown into one.
Two sets of lungs tuned to each other,
two pairs of teeth in water by the bed.
But always one wick shorter than the other.
Oh, but to burn out as one, together.
This is Wintertime.



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