to me,
exists in moments
smaller than the mind
is able to remember.
It thrives
in gentle glances,
close breaths,
soft good morning’s,
and sweet see you tomorrow’s.
Though love may indeed
entail grand gestures
and sweeping emotions,
the smaller things
mean the most.


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