If love was a
question would you tell me the answer
if you knew? If love were, what would you do and is
there a limit to what you would go through to accrue, construe
the answer to love if it was asked to you. When love’s in a question
“Do you love me, yes or no?” or “What helps love inside of you grow?”
within yourself an answer is usually stowed if you throw down the walls
hiding what you know. Love as a question with no obvious suggestion for
an expression with an answer open to the disretion of the one asking and
the one tasked with masking their thoughts does not have answer of the
sort questions usually sport. Answers will be open to retort as it will be
unique to whoever gave the report. . “Love?” A playful shove to show I
treat the one I love above boundaries imposed on me. “Love?” like a
a warm, well fitting glove, more fiiting of peace that any dove, a big
insulating fabric for my soul. As many as there are asked love
as a query will be as many answers received, seldom dreary.
Love is the solution to so many riddles that fiddle inside
so many minds but love as a question is an enigma
with an answer that only one at a time can find.
If love was a question and you held, had
possession of the impression of an
answer, would you still let me
know and would our love
still grow if I did not
agree with what
you were
able to
show
?
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