POEM: Love

Pure Writing
Love is what we are born with.

Like an attached wing.

It's not a thing.

But, an invisible obstacle.

To the eye.

Love is there.

Open with flare.

For us to Explore.

We can lose in the struggle for love.

Or, maybe win a hug.

I regret my failure with love.

But, I learned so much.

To leep in touch.

I know my love is out there.

Just waiting.

It's hard to find.

But, love is found in the blind.

FIN

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