My love curls around you, while you´re busy
not looking,
It rises up from your cauldron, in the steam
of your cooking,
My love trips up your treading, over life´s
stones & boulders,
It floats from old trees, upon your hunched
passing shoulders.
My love awaits your sipping lips, within the
dregs of your wine,
It stirs in your morning dressing & within
your laces, it entwines,
My love is in your bouquet´s petal, of your
dropped dead rose,
It lives within the folds & creases, of
your night´s pillow, in repose.
My love for you, is so invisible, yet, it´s
in all you are & all you do,
My love plays hide & seek, but, it will
always be peeping at you,
My love is very playful & it´s within all
those songs that you sing,
My love is here, my love is there & my love
is in every little thing.
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