Perennial

Perennial

Love is not always a flamboyant flame of passion.

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Love is a quiet hug

at the end of a long day,

a row of jam pots in the kitchen,

a surprise vacation

or overtime work

to renovate the bathroom.

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Poking him from behind so you both burst out laughing.

Keeping a silver-framed picture of her in your office.

Baking his favorite cake on his fortieth birthday.

Telling her she's beautiful in spite (because?) of grey hair.

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Love is the perennial flower

which sleeps in the winter, but always returns to bloom.