I would love a love story
I would love one, I guess
A love story – is that a story about love?
Is that a story about my love?
About the love I have to give and the love I receive unasked.
A real love story, for me it would be about the colour of love
My heart and body, mind and spirit.
In a love story I want to find only myself.
No situations where I must act upon something imposed;
no situations where I must ask or think intensely before I say.
A love story to me is finding myself standing out in the middle of a field,
the wind not caring to see a difference in running through the long strands of grass or my hair.
A love story to me is filling my breath with a wind that brings a salty breeze.
A love story to me is standing on a frozen ground, laughing out at all the stars and the moon and lights I see move on a dark, dark sky.
A love story to me is feeling I shine like a rainbow in sunlight hazy with rain.
A love story to me is feeling the warm bark of trees stood still.
A love story to me is watching the clouds, knowing that there might not be another being right there who is seeing what I am seeing.
A love story to me is feeling.
A love story to me,
is a story of love.
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