What is love?
If not made of moments,
where one person proves
their knowledge of the other.
Moments where one is sad,
and one comforts.
Moments where two people
come to the same place everyday,
and call it home.
Moments where real things
build one on top of the other,
until our whole world is real.
Moments where two people
vow to call each other first
when news arrives.
Moments where you climb on top of me
And I know what it feels like
to lose all control.
Moments where two people
occupy space in each other's mind.
Little moments where I look at you
and you are already staring at me.
What is love?
If not all the moments
where I have come from you?
All the moments where
you lean into my ear and
whisper the dirtiest of dirty things,
so I forget what I was trying
to order.
Moments where you whisper
my name in the dark silence of night.
What is love?
If not you and I.
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