What Love Brings


The love I celebrate is ‘everyday’;
Quite commonplace, no raptured shades of grey

It’s common people in their common place;
With young and old and every type of face

It’s not political, and not aggrieved –
It’s given freely; gladly it’s received

It’s love that while most high, is thought most low;
The type of love that isn’t there
For show

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7 Thoughts to “What Love Brings

  1. The most beautiful kind of love. The kind that is so easily taken for granted, yet most missed when it’s not there.
    You are such a sweetie head.

      1. I’m sorry. Caught up in the moment. That piece is so…sweet. Made me think you’re a sweetie head. Which does sound weird. I apologize for calling you that.

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