There Was Love

Each day, I wait
For moments in literature
When my own thoughts,
My feelings,
My very heart
Is reflected
In the words before me.
As vivid as a mirror image,
As if inscribed by my own hand,
I find myself there.

It’s the greatest comfort
To know that,
In a time long before your own
Hearts were warmed
And hearts broke
Just as they do now.

There was love
Then
And there’ll be love
Again.

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