All kinds of ways

Love is like a box of chocolates
It hits us in all kinds of ways

Sometimes the taste of it
Lingers for a lifetime

Occasionally it leaves
A bitter after taste

Mostly
Regardless of the form it takes

It is sweet
Something to be savored

I am glad that you are in
My box of love

E.A. Fussell
02.14.2025

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