Love is a secret
That holds no secret
what is love
You ask
A question
Fallen from your lips
With the answer
Pulsing in your blood
It isn't how it is said
For in its moments
Of pure beauty
It is never mispronounced
Never falesly spoken
Expressed in three words
Or endless prose
Its hidden truth
Spelled out in
The desire of paper for poetry
And the lust of quills for ink
It is the scar left behind
Every time you cut your heart
From your chest
It is the waiting and wanting
Of whispers
And understanding
It is the lost language
We can all speak
In tounges dancing with darkness
what is love
There is no secret
The only answer
The only truth
*Is
Love
Is
You*
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 8:42 AM UTC
Love is a secret
That holds no secret
what is love
You ask
A question
Fallen from your lips
With the answer
Pulsing in your blood
It isn't how it is said
For in its moments
Of pure beauty
It is never mispronounced
Never falesly spoken
Expressed in three words
Or endless prose
Its hidden truth
Spelled out in
The desire of paper for poetry
And the lust of quills for ink
It is the scar left behind
Every time you cut your heart
From your chest
It is the waiting and wanting
Of whispers
And understanding
It is the lost language
We can all speak
In tounges dancing with darkness
what is love
There is no secret
The only answer
The only truth
*Is
Love
Is
You*
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