Poetry

They Call Me Love

Here I am,

they call me love.

But how can a word hold

all of me?

This bliss that I am,

they try to name.

This sweetest dream,

this golden life.

This warm blue sea,

a human wave.

These always and forever days.

Here I am.

They call me love.

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

Love is probably the most simple truth and yet the most difficult to define. ❤

Ain’t that the truth, lovely lady. Ain’t that the truth. xx 💞

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