Love lies on the worn carpet of our lives,
bearing the weight of years of footsteps.
It supports us all without question,
never once posing impositions upon us.
We all have our own form of this love,
defined uniquely by personal experiences.
It coats us all with a fierce veil of memory,
it bears the weight of life.
Show me your love
and I'll show you mine.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
Love lies on the worn carpet of our lives,
bearing the weight of years of footsteps.
It supports us all without question,
never once posing impositions upon us.
We all have our own form of this love,
defined uniquely by personal experiences.
It coats us all with a fierce veil of memory,
it bears the weight of life.
Show me your love
and I'll show you mine.
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