there is no
such thing as love at
first sight.
lust perhaps,
or deep endearing
like,
but love, that's
another thing
altogether.
love takes a year
of seasons.
a long stretch
of mornings
and nights.
love needs the search
light
beaming bright
upon every dark
corner, and then saying,
well. alright.
then if one or
the other hasn't
run from fright,
it might be okay,
to call it love.
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