A toss and turn of a body or the weeping of someone unexpected.
A gasp and you're awake, be it innocence or tragedy.
You could have been dreaming; it could have been about love,
But what do you know about what it means to love?
Perhaps love is a couple huddled together for warmth
In the sterile cold of the cancer ward.
It's the same thing when a husband holds his wife,
Watching their kids perform the sounds of Christmas morning.
It's the same thing as a couple swearing in a car,
Too stubborn to leave and too young to know better.
All just different sides to the same coin.
So why limit love to your dreams when it's real?
It's a hard battle and it'll tear you apart to mend your bones at the end of the day.
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