Society places love on hierarchies

we sell the top of the pyramid

to the highest bidder.

To me, love does not come in rainbows

or Egyptian and Grecian pyramids

but rather a monochrome shade of purple,

where my friends and family

are cradled with gold medals

in my heart.

Love, to me, is not sparks or butterflies

nor are there bribes for me

to love one more than another.

Never about romance,

love, to me, is a warm hug

on a cold day

and the soft reassurance

on dark nights.

And, so, love, to me,

is quiet and slow.

A/N: love poem to aromantics like me.

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