Love


Our love isn't measured in maybes or possiblys,
our love isn't tracked by the moments of poverty,
our love is a fire that's smothered by rocks,
A long nosed hairy beast,
a Child with chalk.
our love can be anything,
Anything told,
a beginning an end,
a star or a rock,
but it shouldn't be measured like the foot  of a sock.
 
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