LOVE
Love is
the distinct fragrance of her beneath the perfume she wears
the space between you and the ground
not just the petals of the rose but the thorns that wonderful bite draws your boiling hot blood
the hug nature returns when you are together
a tight focused view her lips on a succulent fruit the liquid smile that follows
it is being enrobed in each others warmth the laughter harmonized in the music of your real
Love is everything and nothing
it engages you in the wealth of doing nothing together and that is everything
Armand Hamouth
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