Love
When you say it,
Does it resemble an inferno,
Burning violently and desperate to break free,
Or is it an ember that is content with being held?
How can I say I love you more,
When you say I love you most,
When these feelings are shrouded,
Expressed only by labels we were taught with our eyes,
To express something that is only known to the heart.
Love,
The child of semantics,
My blue and someone else's green,
And no two flames the same,
The most important emotion,
Still but a mystery.
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