Her love
Was a different kind of love.
She did not show it
By how it was normally shown.
She showed it by taking you hand
When crossing the street
And reminding you to put your seatbelt on
Every time you forgot.
She showed it
By how she looked at you
Whenever you spoke
Like you were her whole world.
Her kind of love
Was a special kind
The kind you run in to, only once in your life.
And that, is the best kind of love.
M.N
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