Too many exes,
just one love.
It’s real,
a tad surreal.
I suspect a plot.
Eyes tuned in,
searching for cues.
They seem amiss.
Should I give up?
Give in?
Perhaps it’s true.
Perhaps all that’s said of love is true.
I am no pretty flower.
My petals are bruised.
Yet.
This feeling,
it’s in full bloom.
Nature’s startling hand.
Effortless.
Deep.
Sudden.
In disbelief,
I think,
“believer I”.
Beautiful!
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