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Love, in a way…
Love, in a way…
Yes, I suppose you could say;
I’m not sure I know
In a definitive way
What love is, really.
Is it Love? — In a way…
Well, it’s not that I’m dreaming
You’ll take me away,
To some fantasy island
Where all will be play.
More, I would say,
Like wanting to soften
The blows you are dealt.
Like wanting to waft
Some pleasure your way,
Perhaps some sun
On a cloudier day.
To share, for awhile,
What I tend to call
Life’s little pleasures –
You could use a few,
You’ve earned them I know;
You deserve them, you do.
Yes, pleasure.
That would be it, I suspect.
Whatever it takes,
It takes nothing away,
From an otherwise
Less than perfect day.
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Thinking and Dreaming 
Life’s little pleasures.
Why do we always seem to be looking for more?
I like this entry. 🙂
Thank you, thank you! 🙂