LOVE

For some of us, love isn’t found in a boy
That makes all our dreams come true.

Love is found in the cold rain in July, the 2 a.m cold wind.

Love is found in art, dance, poetry, music, prose, photography.

Love is found in food.

Love is found in a color.

For some of us, love isn’t that erotic type.

For some of us love is grey, not red as always presumed.

I found love but it didn’t come in a boy with cute brown eyes and
Lips like wine I could probably get drunk in.

I found love in a color; Black.

I found love in a book and a pen.

I found love in Poetry.

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Written by Ojero Kendy BleHsin
Ojeroblessing@gmail.com