He doesn't see it,
he doesn't understand it,
but if he did,
he would know what loves looks like.
He would see her softness,
like the morning sun's light on his
skin.
He would feel her smile
shining through all his memories.
The way she looks at him says,
“if my heart was a house,
you would be home,
now and forever.”
And maybe one day he'll see it,
when he grows older
and the world weighs him down,
the way she looks at him.
-Zero
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