Love Is Real Poem by Thomas Plotz

Peeling paint
Red door

Circles intertwined
On the city floor

I've been gone, so long,
Your sweet laughter, now forgotten;
Your favorite song
From your Mother's son;

I am the same;

Same love,
Same blood,
Same name,

Yes, I'm equivalent,
Defiantly indifferent;

Let's hold your smile,
Feel the fire, in our hearts
Inhale sweet scented laughter,
Cupping hands to catch every drop;

Of Love - Love is real

T. Plotz
Love Is Real
5 DEC 2016