Love.

Love.
Puts the colour in your cheeks,
The sugar in your sweets and the honey in your
cawfee.
It’ll put the curls in your hair,
if you’ll let it.

Love.
Kills the cynic within, with a smooch! …and a grin
And leaves an after taste
hot on the heels of the thrill of the chase
just
beneath
your
skin.

It’ll curl your toes,
place a kiss on your nose
escape all lines of verse and prose
and change your withouts from within!

Love will, you see, if you’ll only let it.

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