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What Does Your Love Look Like?

Let me ask you something, babe,


What does your love look like?


Can you describe it to me?


What color do you love in?


What’s a song that sums up how you love?


Don’t show me, tell me


Capture it with words for me


Paint it with imagery 


Dance like you love, babe


Use your body to show me what your love looks like.


Maybe there is a mountain out there that looks like your love?


Or maybe a waterfall?


Or a shooting star?


What does your love look like, babe?


Do you express it through touch?


Or with gifts?


Do you use poetry to capture what you can’t put to words?


How do you love, babe?


Maybe your love looks like a blanket? And when you wrap yourself up tight, turning into a blanket burrito, maybe that’s you trying to hold yourself?


Maybe your love looks like a handwritten note in a book you got me?


Or maybe your love looks like our playlist?


Maybe you love me with your lips?

Maybe your love looks like the way you move your hips?


Maybe your love looks like buying me food and drinks, and letting me do the same thing for you?


Maybe your love looks like supporting my dreams? And maybe you have no idea how much it means to me . . .


What does your love look like, babe? Don’t show me, tell me. 


And, babe? One more question, 


How long does your love last?


-CH 7/21/25

 
 
 

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