Love
If love is love, then what kind of love exactly is love?
Perhaps a word, spoken bright
Or a whisper soft in light
Maybe a touch when gripped in fright.
Does love move and sway like the wind?
Perhaps one swing and then a slide
Or a sidestep keeping narrow or wide
Maybe a retreat when it’s time to hide .
Can love be measured in loving quantities?
Perhaps to be immersed and deep
Or a submission of peace to keep
Maybe a weight of forever sleep
If love is love, there is only love.
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