Love begins as a stranger

Love begins as a stranger,
A voice in the night,
A knock at the door.
Then Love becomes a friend,
Present at events, invited over for dinner,
Missed when gone.
Lastly, Love becomes Life,
The life blood of those who hold it,
The force that binds two hearts.
Love becomes something you can’t live without.
And Love is never a stranger
again.

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By Keith Survell

Geek, professional programmer, amateur photographer, crazy rabbit guy, only slightly obsessed with cute things.