For many,
love is not about the you,
or the me.
About individual career goals,
rampant wild desire
or lustful lithe bodies.
Love is about the us.
About comfort, caring,
walking side by side
a bit slower now.
Contemplating treasured memories
with surely more to make.
lillian the home poet 
Perfect definiti
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Lillian, I like the last phrase “Contemplating treasured memories
with surely more to make.” You said it exactly!
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