To love is to hope,
Every single night when your head hits the pillow,
To envision your lover
With their arms around you.
To love is to die,
When they don't really know you exist,
Or when they spend their days,
In the arms on another.
To love is to yearn,
To constantly seek their approval,
To need them by your side,
To know, very well, that without them,
You might not still be breathing.
Love is all of this and more,
But the greatest moments of love,
Are when they finally kiss you,
When they smile at you,
And you melt,
When you would do anything for them
To love is to be whole again by them,
To love is to fly.
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My Random Thoughts
Poetrycompletely random things going on in my life that i need to express - mostly in poetry form (I'm slowly editing and adding poems. I made a majority of these when I was in middle school and had no clue what I was doing. Sorry for that.)
