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written by: Steve Pearson



love follows
the river's run,
the rising sun,
the path in some
stilted minds.
in others it finds
its own way.
man to man
love the same,
at a lover's name
or a glance known
as his own,
from her to her
a word, a word
expressed alike
given to make
that love is heard.
love's number is two
no matter who,
nor comparative gender,
a smile still sends her
to the river's side
and wherever the sun
you find
that love is blind.



Love is love, and it really knows nothing of artificial boundaries.

Steve Pearson

Steve Pearson

JUNE 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
That's me at the front of the photo. I'm an atheist, socialist, humanist, poet and soon to be novelist. From here to there and a lot of shit in the middle. That's life.
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