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Nov 2015
This is not about one thing in particular.
Because love is not about one thing.
Love is meant to describe many things.
The way you feel about people and things.
The way you feel about a pet or clothing.
The limit to love is really endless for us.
The blue sky on a sunny and warm day.
Snow glistening the ground on Christmas.
A baby who gets to grow up with you.
A family member who means the world.
A pet you've had for a very long time.
Christmas, Thanksgiving, family time.
Friends you can tell everything to.
A boyfriend/girlfriend to love and hold.
There is no limit to what you can love.
Love is all around you, even in nature.
Flowers in the garden fill us with love.
An outfit given to you by who you love.
Love is something so unique and true.
Always know that there is love in the air.
Sometimes, it might not seem like it.
But don't stop believing in love.
Just believe that love will find it's way.
Because, in the end, love is there, always.
I'm just writing because I feel happy, there are so many things to love. Thanks for reading this if you did. Also, if you want to, please feel free to like and/or comment. Thanks again for reading! :)
Written by
Natasha N Koucoules  Brunswick, Me
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