Meetings
I love the love you've gifted me.It comforts me at night.
Even while lying next to her
and you're not anywhere in sight..
I don't go home when I need love.
Don't comb the bars or hit the streets.
When it's real love I am looking for
it's you I go to meet.
Might meet you in a restaurant
or the coffee shop next door.
Could run into you at the local haunt
or just show up at your door.
I'm tired of having to hide this love
as if it were a crime.
I'm not ashamed of the love we share.
I want to enjoy it all the time.
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