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Love is soft ...
Like the rosy cheeks of a cherub hiding in a cotton cloud
Or a gossamer winged dragon fly darting over quiet waters
Like pink cotton candy piled high at a summer fair
Or soft rain sliding off fragile coral bells.
Love is protective ...
With the watchful eye of a mother lion glancing at night sounds
Or hidden thorns on a velvet rose
Like downy chicks tucked safely under a nesting hen
Or the comfort of a familiar hand
Love is strong ...
Like wings of an eagle soaring through the morning sky
Or the willow bending in a winter wind
Like the craggy sides of a towering mountain
Or the roar of a hurricane's force
Love is gentle ...
Like the sigh and the touch of a new mother
Or the ripples on a peaceful azure pond
Like the whisper of a summer breeze
Or the quiet purr of a napping kitten
Love is warm ...
Like the feel of a sudden January thaw
Or the flickering glow of an evening camp fire
Like a cup of soothing herbal tea
Or the touch of the summer sun ...
What is love?
Can you paint it or hear it or see it?
Can you touch it or feel it or hold it?
You know love ...
Love is life ...
Life is love ...
Love IS ...
Copyright, 2000
Susan D. Brozenec
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