But it can't be touched
I can show
But it won't be physically discernible
It can be found bleeding down the sleeves of our shirt
As our hearts rupture to pieces
It can be found in a warm embrace
Or even in a dozen roses
To some people it is rare
Yet for others it is abundant
Most commonly
You must give this to receive it
For my show and tell I bring you love
Displayed in the smile across my face
So I'm leaving with this grin
Bearing a content heart in my hands
In hoping your next show and tell
You share with all some love
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