Chore of Love

It is a spa day doing the dishes.

Washing your hands as you wash the plates.

Splashing your belly as you rinse the mugs.

It is as easy as falling in love.

A pure cleanse over your soul.

The rain outside on a January day is like that first butterfly over a cup of coffee.

A pummeling of a tiny voice inside that first says yes to love.

Love is sopping wet.

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