A tender touch, a caring look, a warm smile
are only a few of the many ingredients of love.
It is reaching down to pick you up when you hurt,
it is being there when push comes to shove.
Love is looking for the good in a person,
sometimes closing your eyes to the bad.
It is a promise of patience and understanding,
Love is something - that once upon a time I had.
Bitter winds of change chill my heart and
I know loneliness, in my struggle to be free
of heartache and senseless self-inflicted pain.
Now only memories are what love means to me.
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