There is love
And then there is love…

When tiny sticky palms
Curl inside my big one
My defenses become mush

When a wagging tail and a moist nose
Nudge my seated form, eyes beggarly
My hardened resolves thaw

Whenever scary whodunit movies
Waylay my dreamy wind downs
Your reassuring “shhhh” hugs, calm

Whenever sight of senseless cruelties
Quake sensibilities and my complacency
Your hand crafted shawl succors sore spirit

Love is love, be it unrequited, aborted by cruel circumstance
Better to have tasted love’s wonder when cupid first struck
Than to have remained a sleeping Snow White untouched

There is love
And then there is love
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