Written by Khalia Solomon of Northwest high school
What is love?
Is it the wails of a newborn baby yearning for a mother’s touch?
Is it the giggles and tiny patter of small feet running around a home?
Is it the character in your favorite book, whose embraces you crave?
What is love?
What is love to me?
The warm honey-colored palm with dark lines detailing a story
Coarse hair and bright eyes that have been blessed by the rays of the sun
Two-toned lips, soft and sweet like melted chocolate
Skin felt in a tender embrace
It has to be this.
The nights spent awake
when the stars were beaming in tune
with our soft-spoken words
coming from the depths of our broken souls
in the wee hours of the night.
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