Love was pain and joy coexisting;
it was contentment in lack.
Love was assurance and peace;
true belief and die-hard trust.
Love was rocky friendship;
constantly flowing tears
and pure blood.
Love was strength to push;
a blind eye to failures and weaknesses.
It was fall-outs and makeups;
ever-evolving virtue appreciation.
No! Love was not grudge.
It was never proximity,
and most definitely not sex.
But it was warmth in chilly nights,
and a reason to wake up every morning.
It was beauty in rags,
diamond wrapped in clay
and the little things
that made all the difference.
Love was my light,
and I want it find again.
Image: Shelby Deeter
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