by Amy Simard

Created on: December 25, 2009

Love is unfair, not because you’re not perfect.

But because it never comes when you wish it to.

It does care if you are together or apart.

If you’re so different or so similar.

Love just is.

And you are my love.

You further then the sky,

then the stars, to me.

An ocean between us,

so painful is the rift.

I never want to let you go

when you are near.

I never want to say ‘I’ll be seeing you.’

Love is blind, not only because it can not see who it touches.

Love doesn’t relent even if you’re hurting inside.

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