Holding Hand

You’ll hear so many stories about love.
But I say: don’t believe any.
They say love is beautiful,
That it gives butterflies in the stomach,
Love is passion, love is great, love defeats all demons…
Love has many shapes, can come from a child, brother, mother, friend, lover…
I think words mean nothing.
Love should be no lie, no forgotten promise, no fantasy, no dream.
Love is something tangible.
Whoever loves you will not make you cry or suffer
And will never stand the thought of hurting you.
Love is no losing game. It’s just the ever present holding hand.
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100 words

memyselfandela, 2013