Dating, Poetry, Relationships

Raindrops and Roses

Where is the place where love blooms?

An espresso bean,

Or raindrops,

Lingering glances,

And shared punchlines.

Where is it that love grows?

Hospital rooms,

Empty checking accounts,

Empty bottles,

And rock beds.

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