I'll know when it comes:
the heart clenching feeling when hands are held,
the butterflies in my stomach, the tingle of that meaningful
kiss and the shiver of a carefree life.
If love were real....
It wouldn't hide behind a tree and jump out
ever so often. It won't play a game of hid and go seek,
it will stand boldly in front of me with a tender heart
and a lending hand. It will never walk away or hide. Its' truth will
unfold before me and pour its meaning into my own heart.
If love were real.
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