Love's Dimension
Love, measured by decades,
casts its shadow
on the imposter,
couched in glamour,
sliding toward a precipice.
Love, matured by trials,
uses its strength
to stand above pretense,
wandering in the dark,
unnourished before its glorified mirror.
Love, marked by sensitivity,
hears what isn't said
during thunderstorms of stress,
listening for dripping of pain to mend,
while the mimic chatters about itself.
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