What is this thing called  love?  Poet Julian Gallitano has the answer, at least for him.

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In Our Youth

Seek to understand

Not so much as to be understood

Somehow there is blame which lies at my fingertips as I speak to St. Francis in my prayers

Lace clouds on an auburn sunset

I dream of you and me at the beach on Cape Cod when we were children

Building sandcastles at low tide on a hot summer day

The holy tombs standing empty now in my current dreams and thoughts

A god we forgot in our adolescence

Older now, we think of justice and the pursuit of happiness

Wrong told for right, a lifetime of words speak to my emotions

And as the sun rises in the morning, and I look into your eyes over a cup of coffee

I realize

Just exactly what is love

– Julian Gallitano

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