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Love

The sweet red berry picked fresh from the vine.

A song bird tweeting from the nearby wire.

A child’s laugh at something oh so silly.

A favorite movie which entertains and brings smiles.

Fidgeting with the hem and twirling a lock of hair,

And the innocent blush after a first kiss.

Nerves waiting for him to return home.

The realization that some bonds survive

Even through arguments, distance, and time.

Endless in its forms, love in each and every one.

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