love

love is a river wild and free,

that opens to an ocean so sweet and tenderly.

love wishes to fill the empty spots and make them whole again,

it's not always easy it gets rough now and then.

so sometimes when I am troubled and don't know what to do,

you always whisper I'm awful proud of you.

love is not looking on as perfect in everyway,

it's seeing the normal human flaws and loving them anyway.
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Posted: Dec 2010

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gnj4u
Hi, whitetiger77,
love it's seeing the normal human flaws and loving them anyway. So true.
agoodguy2have
W.T. - you say it...GNJ reiterates, I do too! love 'em anyway! ;-)
jeddah12
well done,agree from above and what a wonderful poem
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