Love is a word,
And only a word
A stand-in for an idea
A reference to a feeling.
It could not possibly be
Adequate for us, for you...
A word could not hold
The energy to race my heart.
It couldn’t express the fracture
I feel when we’re apart.
It is a pale shadow,
And a distant echo,
Of the thousands of touches,
Kisses and stolen glances...
Or the hard-learned lessons
Of being one soul.
Yet the word “love”
Is the best that we have
While our two hearts
Author something better.
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