A person does not go a life without loving.
There is loving how their lungs take in the entire world in one gasp
and there is loving how their eyes can see as far as the horizon will allow.
There is loving the way the leaves of a tree diffuses sunlight
and there is loving the way the sky can be so impossible blue.
There is loving their mother's laugh
and there is loving their dog's soft fur on a warm afternoon.
There is loving the beautiful curve of their lover's cheek
and there is loving how much they love.
One does not go a life without loving.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 9:36 PM UTC
A person does not go a life without loving.
There is loving how their lungs take in the entire world in one gasp
and there is loving how their eyes can see as far as the horizon will allow.
There is loving the way the leaves of a tree diffuses sunlight
and there is loving the way the sky can be so impossible blue.
There is loving their mother's laugh
and there is loving their dog's soft fur on a warm afternoon.
There is loving the beautiful curve of their lover's cheek
and there is loving how much they love.
One does not go a life without loving.
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