A dancing shoe, searching for its partner
One lovely lime, awaiting its cerveza
A pair of blocks bought together at the store
Wreaths at Christmas scattered around the town
Love is to be set free from it all,
dancing around the city with no reservations
or fear
Love is to be running from nothing
and, running towards everything
Love is the sweetest sound and the most beautiful note
It’s time that I’ve found love.
Bipolarwanderings 
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