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Love like this comes once a lifetime

Love is when he drives you around town
All day and all night
So you can escape
From the turmoil of your suffocated mind.

Love is when he loves and cares for you
Nevertheless—
Even if you curse,
Even if you point,
Even if you hit him.

Love is when he loves me
For the monster in me.

Love is when he knows me,
My mind,
And the demons in my mind.

Love is when he writes about love—
And thinks about you.

Love is when he stays up all night,
Waiting for me.

Love is when he changes
And compromises himself
To adjust to me.

Love is when he fixes himself up
To care for me.

I cannot write them all,
Because it would take a lifetime.

Is that not love?

Love is when he works hard
For our future.

Love is when he sits with you
When you’re too tired
To scream out in pain.

Love is when he looks at you
With those eyes—

Those eyes.

Those beautiful brown eyes
That crinkle slightly when he smiles—
Looking so dashing,
So handsome,
And if I might—
Beautiful.

When he looks at me with those eyes,
Five years means nothing.

Although,
I don’t know how to show
How much I love him.

How foolish of me!

My feelings overwhelm me
When he’s with me.

But… one day,
Perhaps one day—
I would love him
The way he deserves to be loved.

I love him.
He knows that.

But someday,
If I could have the privilege of time,
He feels it
The way I want him to.

He loves me.
I know that.
And I feel that.

Therefore—
Love, in this exquisite, quaint,
Yet transparent personification,
Comes once in a lifetime.

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