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Dec 2020
Love is a picnic on a warm summer day.
Love is accidentally holding hands during a movie.
(All I wanted was the popcorn...)
Love is sitting next to them at the lunch table.
Love is sharing your cookies, even when you want them all.
(They were freshly baked!)
Love is drying your tears, no matter how they feel.
Love is being their shoulder to cry on.
(How do I tell them?)
Love is, love is, love is...
Love is you.
Written by
The Lonely Poet  F
(F)   
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   Junior McIntyre
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