Love

Ink lings

Love is the hand that touches another’s heart
Love is laughing for no reason other than you want to
Love is saying silly things and not caring who hears them
Love is a feeling that you are better when you are together
Love is that high you feel when they return your smile
Love is the excitement of a kiss
Love is squeezing their hand and receiving a squeeze in return
Love is being together and not having to say a word
Love is the pain you feel when you think they have been harmed
Love is the lump in your throat when you say goodbye
Love is the fear that grips you when you first reveal your feelings
Love is doing something for no other reason then you know they will like it
Love is realizing you are no longer the person you thought you were
Love is assuming…

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About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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