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 Oct 2013 TheBeautyOfYourWords
Jo
New
Daylight falls
No entity remains
The cries for help
Echo in the rain
Voices weaken
Interest dissipates
As we seek out
A clean slate
Asleep with my love,
I wake, she is in dream— still,
Conversation runs.
In a flower field—
Blue irises, tendril hairs,
Saw her disappear.
Love isn't always a lighting bolt.
Maybe sometimes it's just a choice.

I don't know if he is the love of my life
But I've decided to give him the chance to be.
Maybe true love is a decision.
You know the decision to take a chance with somebody.
To give to somebody without worry
Whether they will give anything back or hurt you or if they really are the one.

Maybe love isn't something that happens to you; maybe it's something you have to choose.
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