Loving her, is like falling.
That weak limbed, newborn creature
Who’s barely graduated from crawling.
New pudgy limbs, weak and bruised from trying to walk.
Tear stained cheeks left over from the overflowing stormy rivers that is bawling.
Loving her, is like arguing with a toddler.
Get her food, wake her from naps, and coax her out when she’s stonewalling.
Every single fight, reverts to name calling.
She’s, she’s worth it.
See, loving her is like, it’s like falling.
It’s so absolutely effortless, right up until the ground hits.
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As always people, keep spreading all the peace, love, and tranquil vibes you can!
C.C.
