This is my book of poetry that I hope to eventually publish with photos. |
| What is love? I sometimes ask myself. Is it pure as a dove? Or sneaky, like an elf? Can anyone explain, What love feels like? Do you fall like the rain? Do you soar like a kite? Can anyone describe, What love is about? No, they cannot, Because it's locked in their hearts. Locked away forever, With no key to open it up. So we may never, Know what it tells of. Each has their own feelings, Ideas, hopes and dreams. It's up to you, To decide what love means. |