Love Exists

Is Love contained
In this temporal shell?
Never growing, never increasing
Potential?
Is it outside us?
Is it thrust upon us
By happenstance occurrences
And late nights spent talking?
Or does it live
In the strings of existence?
Flowing out of us
Into the world and others.
I don’t know how
Love can exist,
But I know it and feel it
Every single day.

Happy anniversary, my Love.

Published by: cynicalwordsmith

I am, by no means, a professional writer. I have no dreams of becoming such. I just enjoy writing in my very sparse free time, both poetry and short stories. If you enjoy any of my works in particular, feel free to tell me. I always enjoy the feedback.

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