What makes you think of love?
Love?
What makes you think I love you?
Were my eyes twinkling like a thousand crystals,
when we met; was that the clue?
Could it be the memory of that night?
Bodies entwined, one out of two.
Was it the morning when we went our separate ways?
That sneaky teardrop fell as I
withdrew.
You smile as if someone had just given you heaven.
Yes okay, I love you, of course
it’s true.
©June
Sciortino
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