Arms held like hope, to wrap us in a hug
Labels, terms, definitions abound Conditions, demands, decide New Age Love
Streams, or rivers, love is a verb
Flows differently, yet becomes the ocean...
I need love, like the joy in
An unplanned visit to the Sea
The calm in surrender to the waves' songs...
Love that makes you find home in a person
Love, that becomes your mirror...
Gender, age, bond - ignore the unnecessary
All that matters, is a mutual nameless shelter
Call it love, call it affection, connection, or healthy friendship
Energies meet, souls communicate, share, shine
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ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 8500 مجلة وصحيفة.
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