Thursday, December 25, 2008

Your Love

Your love is patience.

Your love is

In a new day.

Your love is rubbing

Ointments on my ugly rash.

And I'm embarrassed but

Your love is unconditional.

Your love is patience.

Your love is in

A single bed where

Two can hardly fit.

Your love is more generous

Than mine, and

It's naive

But that's okay.

 

Your love is waiting.

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