Love Remains

Love remains.
Staying, not like a stain, something to be pushed off, brushed away, cleaned
rather indwelling in a heart, but more than tissue,
feelings, or fleeting moments.

It stays, remains, as permanent as a memory inerasable,
indelible, but not written anyway, so you cannot see it,
But still it remains.

Waiting patiently for you to notice its presence.

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