Love is a kiss, a peck, and a passion.
It’s a tender touch and a vacuumed floor.
It’s a bitten tongue when being right is less important than the painful memory.
Love is a hug that warms to the middle,
and sometimes love is a hug that is just a hug and a movie.
Love is an overheard compliment and a bouquet of flowers ripped from the garden,
and it’s also a cell call to look out and see the sunset.
It’s a trip to the beach and a trip to the hospital
and it builds and tears and builds again, lasting for a lifetime–
a whole lovetime.
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