Love’s a word beyond words.
Language, duncelike, can’t explain it. You want it past all meaning, like a rosebud opening in surprise inside a breeze in your chest, so breathtaking you're afraid it's not yours to keep.
Sometimes it’s a deluge you don’t understand, that submerges you under skies that clear to the warmth of focus on the other.
Your impassable mountains fall to a new horizon.
Touch alone brings a harvest that shines, grains of sand prisms in its light.
Take this love, you’ll find more.
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