Love Is

Love Is short poem

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Love is laughter. Love is knowing that you have someone to turn to. Love is looking at her and thinking she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. Love is being silly sometimes, but that makes you love her more. Love is her asking you about your day. Love is sharing what your truly passionate about in life. Love is when you agree to disagree. Love is when she gives you her hand and when you offer your hand. Love is when she cheers you up after a bad day or you cheer her up after a bad day . Love is when your sad and she comforts you. Love is understanding. Love is respect. Love is spiritual. Love is taken for granted and isn’t expressed as much as it should be. Love is compromise. Love is careful and kind.

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