A place where I live,
The place of my chore,
Where I eat,
and where I drink.
A place where I thrive,
The place I adore,
Where I breathe,
Love is; I think.
A place I find respect,
A place becoming my nest,
Where I am free,
While I evolve, with thee.
The source of all; my quintessence.
A stream from where I acquire pleasure,
The root that affirms my existence,
And guides my soul to greater rapture.
Love is a fond kiss,
A tight embrace,
A passionate night of bliss.
Love is, growing.
Love is, knowing,
Learning, and transforming.
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An impressive write that resonates with the soul. Well conceived and nicely penned from the heart. Thanks for sharing Piccola.