what love is

every single day you are there
keeping me dry in the rain
safe from the storm
you hold me when i hurt
filling every need
before i know i have one
every minute of every day
you wrap your warmth
around my need
and my want
blowing the curve
for everyone else
who thinks they know
what love is

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I was sure I could not write a poem about Blowing the Curve from One Single Impression, but as usually happens, this one wrote itself….