Love is not
red roses or caviar,
the Eiffel Tower or movie credit kisses.
Love is not chocolate, or candy,
red hearts or even deep brown eyes.
Love is not poetry or ballads,
it is not books and
it has never been a movie.
Love is
a raspberry bush,
green and armored
thick with thorns.
Love is
the right amount of cream
in the coffee,
and all the words
we do not have to say.
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