Falling in Love Poem

Poem On The Beginnings Of Love

The name of this poem is; love on reserve and it is about growing to love someone.

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Love On Reserve

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Published: February 2013

We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handled with
delicate hands.

Anticipating expansion,
while we played like kids,
laugh like old friends.
Love was on reserve.

His smile was infectious.
His dimples, imprinted in my mind.
Emulating his smile like it was mine,
all mine.

I knew him when love was foreign
and a touch meant nothing.
And nothing became something.
And somethings meant everything.

No other intoxication like warm
hands on tight hips. Like lost eyes
finding their way back. Like love was
deferred for a moment.

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