You talk lots about Love

But what does it look like?

As pretty as you,

Or as kind?

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Like    the painting in the mirror

In       your favorite nightclub

Like    the unrobed reflection

In       your morning bathtub

Raw,   unreservedly charming

Like     the towel, clung to your waist

That    while you walked to the bed, sliding

Like     the heavenly lips of yours

That    parted when pleased, singing