I never write of Love

I know it, intimately 

All forms, maternal, marital, ancestral...

I have felt the comfort 

of kissed hurts, warm embraces

joyous laughter and empathetic 

tears...Felt the sting 

of betrayal, hypocrisy, and regret ... 

the harmony of forgiveness, 

bitter-sweet...little sacrifices 

for the greater good. 

Words falling

on the page, desperate...

to find the pulseof our common heartbeat. 

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