Love is a breath after near suffocation
A kiss on long awaited lips
The heartbeat after the fatality
Love is a promise after failure
A helping hand in a storm
The dream after a life of nightmare
Love is a friend after condemnation
A smile on a dreary day
The hand you hold after a fall
Love is feeling you ate too many butterflies
And the sudden irregular heartbeat
The blissful pain no doctor can cure
Love is a rope to hold onto
No matter how much it burns
Love is the wonder of firsts
And the many firsts to come
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
Love is a breath after near suffocation
A kiss on long awaited lips
The heartbeat after the fatality
Love is a promise after failure
A helping hand in a storm
The dream after a life of nightmare
Love is a friend after condemnation
A smile on a dreary day
The hand you hold after a fall
Love is feeling you ate too many butterflies
And the sudden irregular heartbeat
The blissful pain no doctor can cure
Love is a rope to hold onto
No matter how much it burns
Love is the wonder of firsts
And the many firsts to come
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