Love is....
A child peeking around a pant leg
A leaf buried 'neath an early snow
A kite torn from small hands unwary,
that goes where ere the wind may blow.
A small soft puppy that needs attention
A full grown cat, that's fine alone
A teenage ego, frail but seeking,
to define its future on its own.
A feather floating on the water
A ripple made by drops of rain
A weathered old man, shaped by memory
some by good times, some by pain.
poem by Perry Biggerstaff
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