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Oct 2015
What is love?

What is love, you ask?
Here, let me tell you what I know.
There are these times,
These times in our oh so busy lives.

Usually, they occur in the wee hours of the night.
When all is done, and all is quiet.

You begin to comprehend the futility of life.
This is when you break down.
When you lose Hope's light.

At these moments,
A person comes to mind.
Their very existence, in a mystical way
Helps you regain your sight.

Helps you push on, through the nights.

That, my friend is love.
When all is lost, and you're losing your mind.

It's what urges you.
To reignite Hope's light.
I always wondered how we can explain to one what it might be to love someone. There are a  million and one ways that people can recite to you, about how it is, what it feels like, but here's one way I 'd imagine it to be, and I thought I might share it. You know you're in love when you see them as a path to a better destination, a better you, a better place.
You'd know if you've been there.
You'll know when comes along.
The Tinkerer
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The Tinkerer  24/M/New Zealand
(24/M/New Zealand)   
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