A/N: I'm back with a poem to celebrate National Poetry Month! Hope you guys like it!
Who am I to write about love?
What makes me the one
To tell stories of things I've never experienced
Line after line of love so mysterious
But even among all the semantics
There is one thing that always seems to click
That love…isn't actually all that complex.
Its beauty lies in its simplicity
For all love needs, is simply to be
Like sleeping or breathing, love is a natural thing
Innate in our existence
The pounding in your chest as you sing,
Or your morning coffee's first sip
The soft pillow that you grip
Love is the sun shining on your face
Love is the sweet frosting on a cake
Love exits in all those little moments
The ones that make your day so bright
Because love is the human condition's light
So who am I to write about love?
The one who believes that words are magical enough
A/N: Thought I should write about the most important love, the everyday love that comes from simply existing and experiencing things on this earth. I hope you guys liked it!
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