Love is not about the complications
Its not about the ill, the will, or the contests
It shouldn't be about the when or where
It can be about the why, the who and the we
Love is not bound by the bindings of time
Its not forged in happiness, or even despair
It comes when your eyes are closed
It comes as a whisper on your lips, gentle and calm
Love is not taken, nor is it really given
Its not a trade, or even a give or take
It may be rattled, it may be strained
But you know it is when the bonds remain
True love is about once in a lifetime
True love is about never feeling it twice
True love is about undying devotion
True love is about finding a space
And staying there, comfortable regardless.
(Dedicated to you who have found true love)
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