Where Is It

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Love doesn’t abide in heart,
in stomach, or in head.
Love is in the air
that you breath when enamoured;
it is a country where you settle
after getting the passport
with which you can enter.

[MorpheusSandman]

It's short, sweet gem of a piece and I like the metaphor of love being a country you settle in.

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Thank you for your comment. I've always thought that heart, or any part of human body couldn't be considered as the places where love is settled in. Our senses just recieve its presence when we are open for it, that's all.

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Talk to me me without vacation,
talk to me on any occasion.
Do you see that from the same star
we drink this light's nectar?

Cancel all meetings, going outs to eat food,
let us continue with this beatitude...

Talk to me naked or dressed,
talk to me without rest.
Together we are in a lovely siege,
together we drink this pearly beverage.