Love is

Love is not always some grand gesture,

roses red and violets blue.

Sometimes love is a gentle touch,

the wiping away of a tear,

the listening to whispered fears in the darkness.

Sometimes love is a hand held tightly,

a shared moment of beauty, of compromise and forgiveness.

Small gestures that mean more than the greatest of treasures to two trusting hearts.


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