I Bleed Words Sometimes

What is Love?

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Six. Love is knowing he cares even though sometimes he fails to tell or show.

Five. Love is knowing his embrace holds the power to heal every wound this world can cause.

Four. Love is knowing he will strive to make me smile. No. Matter. What.

Three. Love is looking into his eyes and seeing the compassion, the tenderness and the yearning.

Two. Love is being able to be me, unapologetically and still knowing he wouldn’t judge, or call out names. He will try to make me the best that I can be.

And one. Love is knowing the good and the bad within me and yet sticking around for 6 years.

PS: You never visit my blog or read my poems, so here’s me getting you to do both. Happy 6 Ady, and thanks for all the joys, sadness, craziness, laughter all these years.

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  1. October 11, 2015 at 12:56 pm

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