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Dec 2013
When you're born, you're unaware
           of the meaning of love.
     You wont know what it truly is
      until you meet that special one.
You may have known them for months.
  You may have known them for years.
    They may have been behind you
         in happiness and in tears.

Love is not dating someone and saying "I love you.".
Love is not talking to them and saying "I know you so well.".
Love is not being physically affectionate every day.
                         Love is an emotion.
Love is waking up in the morning smiling and thinking of them.
Love is being excited to talk to them when you get the chance.
Love is not being able to stop thinking about them.
Love is one parts heart and two parts soul.
Love is flying across the world five times to see them.
Love is waiting to have your first kiss until new years so that it would be perfect.
Love is not needing *** every day, but cherishing the cuddles.
Love is you breaking up and not being able to move on.
Love is seeing them with someone else and crying to yourself.
Love is not knowing what your emotions are trying to tell you.
Love is that unexpected feeling when you know someone well, but never realized it.
Love is thinking of them when writing an anonymous poem about love.
Love is hard,
                     painful,
                                  sad,
                                         but real.


Love is...
I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while.
Life got rough as life does.
But I'm back.
Hope you like this poem.
It means a lot to me and I hope it means a lot to you too.
Andrew T Hannah
Written by
Andrew T Hannah  Brampton, Ontario, Canada
(Brampton, Ontario, Canada)   
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