Your Love
You love was eaten in the Italian dinner you bought me,
With the 50 bucks collected in your violin box,
The money which you could have spent
On a soft pillow to rest your head.
Your love is in the music you played,
In your creations, for me, for us, for more,
In words spoken and written, and in words unsaid,
In your reaching out, to many, many a retreated hand.
Your love dazzles, radiates, vibrates, and ripples,
From the very inner circle to the world beyond,
And indeed to the whole universe,
For hearts ready to make space.
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FM:)
♥♥
