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Loyal
True
Warrior heart
Private and caring
Quiet and introspective
Traveller and explorer
Small groups not loud noisy crowds
Exception concerts and Broadway shows
Just the way it is
Just the way she is
C@rainbowchaser2021
To finish your own life by hand,
May seem like the right thing to do.
But to free yourself from this land,
Is to imprison those that love you.
Love is not ownership---we don't own the person we love

2. he or she is their own person

3  the couple need not share the same interests as each is different and independent

4.  a loving couple nurtures and supports each other to further their goals/realise their dreams

5. in love, despite each lover being different, they converge in being united irrevocably in heart, mind and soul--throughout their life

6.  love is symbiotic relationship, equality and complete freedom

7.   at its height, love is spiritual and divine

8.   the love that has survived all adversity is the strongest ever

9.   love is not about the self but in caring more of the person treasured

10. love is stronger than death
Tasty to taste
A sweetest taste
Like a mixture of
nectary alphabets in
the jug of imagination
pouring in the cup
of words, the hand
of phrases take it
and the mouth of
sentences drink
a poetry juice
He had in his hand ..
A violin
A violin
In his long hand
In his long hand
Trembling

The dress she wore
Nonexistent
It fell away like dust
And exposed a body
Of only skin
Of only skin
And her hips the lines
of a cello
of a cello
played
In the rain
Wet and deep
And cavernous

He held in his hand
A violin
And she

And she
And she... ... ... ..

In the rain

Deep and cavernous
And wet

And he
And he .., ..

Trembling
light as a feather
i’m in your sweater
feeling under the weather
i wish i was better
but love can’t be measured
and the rest is forever
all small talk has evaporated on the wind
comfort sought in the company of others no longer calls
you stand alone before the throne of love
time turns and you turn with the days and stay in place
in the desert where stark beauty raw with seeming emptiness
a fountain full to the brim and flowing over with the consolation love brings holds you a willing captive, disappeared from the world.
Life seemed to be "one long argument" with you.
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