Love Is love
that wakes in the night
and holds two hands
trembling in fright.

Love is love
that whispers kind words
when the darkness is screaming
in herds like spring birds.

Love is there
when I wake in the night
stroking my thoughts
and holding me tight.

Love is love
when there's nobody near
to hold on to the soul
and wipe away one small tear.

Love is love
always there for me
if I wake in the darkness
trying to see.
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This was sent to me anonymously...
    hopefully from an old love
          trying to find her way back.

Uncle(JustAnOldRomantic)Toad