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Why Does It Have To Mean Something?

By: KillingProphet
folder Poetry › Free Verse
Rating: Adult +
Chapters: 8
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Disclaimer: This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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What is Love?

Love is when you are sick and at three o\'clock in the morning the man next to you offers to get you anything you need.

Love is when you are yelling ranting and raving and he knows if he gets close enough you will start in on him but he holds you anyways.

Love is when you know that you are loved when he just looks at you.

Love is when you can hold his hand and that is enough.

Love is when you never tire of hearing his voice.

Love is when you know you are safe whenever he is near.

Love is when you feel comfortable enough to let him wash you after sex.

Love is when you don\'t need sex to know you are important to him.

Love is when you will stand by him no matter what he does.

Love is when you don\'t need to pretend for him, because there is no need he really does make you feel that good.

Love is when you can cry and know that he will be strong enough to handle it.

Love is when you stand in front of him and he asks you if you are going to be alright when he is the one leaving and starting his life.

Love is when you are good enough just the way you are for him.

Love is when you know you have ugly stretch marks all over your body but he still thinks you are gorgeous.

Love is when you don\'t have to turn the lights off to make love.

Love is when you hug and kiss him goodbye you know you he will come back to you and no other.

Love is when you know you aren\'t in his every waking thought, but you know he does think of you.

Love is when you wake up to the most horrid song in the world, only to realize it is your boyfriend singing it, and you don\'t immediatly kill him.

Love is when you tare him a new one for waking you up only for him to come back with coffee and tell you he loves you.

Love is when you don\'t care if he uses your toothe brush.

Love is when you can kiss him even with his morning breath.

Love is when you are arguing you both know you still love each other and when the fight is over you can still go to his arms.

Love is when you know he can hurt you but he doesn\'t.

Love is when you know you can hurt him but you would never.

Love is when you can\'t stand the thought of him leaving, and know he would stay if you begged enough, and letting him go.

Love is when you know the most important woman in the world is his mother and knowing you are the second.

Love is when you cook him dinner and he eats it even when it\'s green.

Love is when you can look around and know that you guys can make it even when the odds are against you.
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