Poets often
liken love
to roses
summer days
oceans
other sundry
natural
phenomenon

I see love in
more esoteric yet
practical ways;

love is tartar sauce.
It looks like hell
you have no idea
what might be in it
yet you always
seem to find
it tasty.

– Mark L. Lucker
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