Love, a word most used..
Everywhere, by all, often
A cloud of opinions trail it
Like a train of a bride
Walking down the aisle..
But lately, to me, it isn’t
A Word. I see it in various
Shapes, forms, acts ..
The dog jumping into my
Bed to wake me in the morning
Neighbors kid running to his
Dad returning from work, a
Latte from my friend on a
Very hard work day,
My boi ordering my favorite
Cookies as I mull restocking
My sister gifts me cute
notebooks because my journal
Will be out of pages soon
My horse following me
Around & I just realize it..
It’s the small involuntary acts
In mundane moments of life
In which I now see love. I think
Love is not a word. It is a shape.
Love is not a noun. It is a verb.
Sowmya Hiremat 
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