by John Grey
You're the reason
this is a poem
and not an essay.
It could have been
a short story also
but love prose
just doesn't
work for me.
It's not intended
to be a passionate poem.
For something in that line,
double click here
and you'll be
taken to my
earlier work.
And it's not one of
those longing, yearning,
epics either.
I've filed them
under adolescence.
This is just to say
love is
and requires no further
explanation.
And you are,
thankfully
as it turns out.
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