The feeling that comes when two people occupy the same repeating instance of happiness
And they shut out the piped in buzz of both naysayers and celebrants
The uniquely dual experience that we can sense because it is shared
Because others watch with their own motivations, sadness, envy, they vote "yes" on love's existence
Their wagging tongues create love through their acknowledgement of it
Begrudging lovers their declarations
Love is concrete
We write our initials in it before it dries and we bet on the future
Defending lovers declarations of such
We are too many generations evolved from instinctual knowledge
Love is both speech and effort
Impossible to define yet easy to glorify
Easy to describe but impossible to categorize
Becomes real through announcement of being recognized
Stops being real through glum, uncaring silence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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