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Tatyania Watts

Love, a four letter word passed around like a flyer
Given the wrong person and it could be thrown in the trash
Treasured by the right person & it could be passed around like the title of times magazine
With you I felt that when you first gazed into my soul
The chills you sent ran right through my body, lighting every dark part of me
This wasn’t that ordinary word
Even though it had four letters it was filled with so much meaning
It was patient
It was kind
It was slow to anger
It was warm
It protected me
It was understanding
And most importantly it was true

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