Love is a poem that is
always incomplete for every individual.

Love is that part of you that you explore the least.

Love is that part of you
that is seeking comfort from the world
and for someone to hold hands
and feel warm
even in the freezing winters of Toronto.

Love is an aspect of you that is seeking a warm hug at daybreak from someone who puts together breakfast and coffee for you out of care and admiration and not just a duty.

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