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A Poem; My Love Language

My love language is actions reflecting words

My love language is singing the lyrics to our favorite songs

My love language is extra, it's big big, it's dragged

My love language is a candid Polaroid

but my love language falls on deaf ears

It's lost in translation--

don't miss me.

My love language is the next level

but you're standing at the gates


Train to the next level is leaving and

my love language is the tracks on which it rides--

do not miss me.

My love language is the hot sun and a cool breeze

It's the thunder and a howl.

Everything I am is love,

It's everything I see.

It's the sweet of the honey,

and the sting of the bee.

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