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Acceptance of what MAY be?

What is this?
Or at least waht could it be?

When you can stare into Her eyes to the depths of a thousand
leagues,
When you can share a silence that would deafen weak ears,
Why does it matter what it's called?

Love or Love of a notion?

The way your hands seek and twine like vines,
The way when you share that silence, your breathing becomes
synchronised,
As rhythm fits with beat,
As solid as the earth beneath your feet,
As roses do bloom then so may love.
Yet love is not as easy to class as the passions that blossom in moist
beds.

Why is it vital that we hear these words said?
Because she smiles on others with the fondness of a thousand
favours
And the colour of her blood is too easily shown.
But that's who she is,
This much we have known.