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
Beautiful one!!
Thanks for the compliment.