xvii. Love
Love is bittersweet,
Like the hot coffee you need,
Hard as challenge,
You can't always manage
Confusing as puzzle,
Moving with a shuttle
Calm like the cold water,
The coldness still matters
Soft like the pillows you use
And these when I miss you, I always seek
Like inhaling your minty scent that calm my nerves
And leads me to dreamland where you are there
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