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what is it?

is it a glass of milk and a plate of freshly baked cookies,

warm, soft, crumbly dough against an abyss of creamy white

mouth against cool glass and a fresh and gooey delicacy

what is love?

When the chaos of the day 

gets washed away  

and the serenity of night descends, 

I begin to wonder, as the stars ascend. 

Trying to put puzzle pieces together 

it has been raining for two days.

i wonder when it will end

this grand deluge

or perhaps it is the end?

She watched me–sorrowful

I walked away

It pained me so, but I could not stay

Any longer, I would’ve been cold to the touch

After it all, we became just too much

She was heavenly!

 I do have a notion,

That her nuances are nothing but pure perfection,

In all its greatest forms.

Her echoed incandescence