Lurking around

this love,

enscripted in

my heart.

Love that smells

as fresh as the lillies

and daisies at the

break of dawn,

a love that still

shimmers brightly

at twilight,

a love that’s quick

to erase perfunctory

feelings,

a love that blossoms

gracefully.

This is the love worth

growing wings for.

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