Ellesime

love is not a winter spent in warmth
nor the time spent alone on an island shore
love is finding no fault in what you have now
to see beauty in the black broken wings of the monarch
the swan gods that measure life in the ripples of a pond
there is no why or from where or how
no ‘when do we leave’ or care to cry for the lost ones
there is always time, but not now
there is emptiness, yes there is plenty of it
but there is beauty in silence and the vacant caress
love, is not lust but their values are similar
cut from the same yet only one is linear
love is the emerald eye in a statue of the fairest
a forest alone on a distant planet, but clear
love is why we walk the fields barefoot
and you are the reason why i choose to feel
any of it

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