what is —

It isn’t fleeting

 Or carefree

It is what it is when I become me

You won’t find it wooing

With wine and diamonds

It is what it is when the world shines

It isn’t worshipping 

Or a celestial being found in outer space

It is what it is etched in the lines of your face

It isn’t always laughing,

Smiling into your yearning eyes

It is what it is between the laughter and sighs

It’s never defining

Nor does it ever play only one part

It is what it is deep in your heart

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