I.
To be out of love
With love itself,
May become
An act of love,
If you can love
What can’t be loved
Just to save
Your love for love,
And to fall back
In love with love.
II.
The ones who smile
With misty eyes
Have so much
Love inside;
It spills out of
What they say,
And what they
Choose to hide.
©Aaysid
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“We love the things we love for what they are.”
Robert Frost
Wonderful piece, Aaysid. Love this love poem.❤️
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Thank you, Grace. So glad you liked the poems. 😊❤
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I truly did.Very welcome.💕
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❤😊
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Wooow!!!! A very lovely piece
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Thank you so much.
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Gorgeous, Aaysid. I love the way you played with notions of love. ❤️
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Wow, thank you, Jeff.😊
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You’re most welcome, Aaysid. Always.
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This is a lovely quandary. 🙂
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Thank you, Terveen. 😊
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Just wonderful👍❤
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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Welcome😊
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Beautiful
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Thank you so much.
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