Love lives now,
In a fragile place, in a fragile time, with fragile steps.
Love breathes now,
In quiet talks, in quiet moments, with quiet whispers.
Love dreams now,
In deep sleep, in brilliant light, with open eyes.
Love works now,
In labor of, without complexities, with pride.
Who among us has ever dreamed of a love,
Based on truth, complete with honesty, as equals?
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