the effects of environment on loveMature

When I was young my mother told me,
when you love the right person, it will be beautiful,
what she didn’t tell me was that love is fluid - 
it is changeable and it is adaptable and sometimes
it includes the shadows of things that I’d always thought
lived under my bed.  Sometimes love has to survive
man-made monsters and thousand-year reigns of loneliness.

Sometimes love freezes, 
sometimes it spills, 
it evaporates.

The End

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