Sometimes we love like little children love a star
Wrapped in awe of each other’s light and warmth
Sometimes we love like birds love the sky
With the freedom to spread our wings and be ourselves
Sometimes we love like climbers love a wall
Clinging to each other for strength and support
Sometimes we love like the sun loves Earth
Selflessly and endlessly and perfectly
Sometimes we love in ways that can’t be described
But we love
It doesn’t matter how we love
As long as we love
Great poem, Frank. We all need a little love.
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One of my favorites Frank!
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Thanks!
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Love is a beautiful thing 🙂
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It is indeed
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