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You
Are Love
Your
name is foreign to my lips
Even though I know who you are
I
know you as something else
A
fragrance of smell not easily captured
For
a moment it lingers and then disappears
You’re
like a thought not easily grasped
Think
too hard and it slips away like a mirage
Who
you are can’t be defined with simply words
Poets
of long ago wrote sonnets and verses about you
Trying
to bring to life the ideal woman who you already are
And
even those words have fallen short
I
easily recognize you when you make your presence known
You
are the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
The
hand that soothes away any and all sorrows
You
are the warmth in the middle of winter
The
smile that shines for no reason,
Except
that love lives beneath it
For
all of these things and more,
You
are love,
Love,
so beautiful and pure, you are love.
Jéan-Pierre,
Dean
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