Love is my freedom
Love feels like home.
It’s my safe haven,
somewhere I feel protected
and where I don’t live alone.
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Love’s what makes me rich
portraying all forms of devotion —
paid in the currency of affection and emotions.
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Love is my primary voice,
my reason of constant rejoice.
It is my stance on unity — giving me immense form of clarity.
Love is the language I speak —
making my conveyance unique.
I cannot let you take it all away
leaving me behind and walking away.
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Your departure will take all my love within,
my freedom in disguise — wealth and voice
and the only language I know how to speak.
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My freedom is mine to keep
Something precious I have lovingly reaped.
Please don’t make me a rebel for love —
because, my dear — if my heart breaks,
you will regret the new me.
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This post was previously published on medium.com.
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