I ne’er feel what
Love is

Is it the sound
Of rain against glass
Foggy figures
Dancing in leather seats?

Sunshine
Beating against
Empty fields
And a picket fence?

The rush of a city
Background noise
And coffee beans
Smooth jazz and red lips?

No, I think

Love is a stormy ocean
Finally kissing the shore
Turning stone into sand
And piling hearts
At the sea floor.

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