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That Thing Called Love... When you speak those three beautiful wordsThat Thing Called Love... by ~tas-poetry
As softly as water droplets gliding down a petal
From gravitys gentle pull
When you dissolve me in your romantic metaphors
As sugar does when stirred in warm liquid
With its sweetness melting through
When your lips meet mine in an ethereal kiss
Embodying loves sweet languor
As our hearts diffuse
I see the world through rose-coloured heart-shaped glasses
Where the bitterness is filtered away from my sight
With my eyes, only capable of witnessing beauty
Im no longer a stranger in a world of spite
For the darkness has been devoured
By the ignition of o