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Poem: True Love


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… is that pink streak
In the sky at sunrise
And the sweet smell of the morning.
It is the way the wind blows
Care free tussling everything,
Shaking the trees.

Love is a flower bud
Holding promise of beauty
It is a garden tended,
It’s fruits preserved,
For the famine.

Love is…
A mother hen.
A fierce protector.
Rejecting her nature
Love is protection
Love is a picture

Love is a portrait of a man
Hanging on a cross.
Love is not pretty,
But satisfying.
It is didactic.
True love…
Is something extraordinary.
Love is a nail pierced on a hand.


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