Love is….

Love is an ice cube
on a sprained ankle
and a demand to walk.
It is a never ending staircase
upward bound
and a slippery spiral
which descends.
It is rain in the desert
but a storm of wind too.
It is tea and toast on a daily basis,
but also a fireplace to clean.
It is an IKEA bed
and someone to put it together.
It is a boy stood in front of a tank,
or a gun gone mad.

It is all of these things
and none of them.

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