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Feb 2016
I know a love so deep.
Before, love was only the look on a face
Now:

My love is a blanket fort, so magical and draping
You crawl for what seems like forever until you reach the back
Where you find love sitting
In the dim, dusk-like light.

Depth in love:
Like taking the first breath
That ever touched the bottom of your lungs

Love is not just a face
Love is the recently unlocked caverns of my soul,
Ready to be filled with warm breath and sunlight

My love and I fell willingly into the abyss of what could be.
We are still falling
That is how deep my love is.
Martine Panzica
Written by
Martine Panzica  Halifax
(Halifax)   
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