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Better one of the love poems.... |
| It's a feeling uncertain Kept behind closed curtains Never ask never tell With quite an unusual smell Is it real or just a expression A god given blessing Some call it a perk Some call it the lesson. To be loved or to be endured Is it a sickness or the cure? Whichever is decided? Love is still divided. To find a mate for the soul Whether you’re hot or you’re cold, Can form the hearts into a mold And all of life’s pleasures will unfold. The word I seek is never said properly But as it is used modernly Love has surely disappeared straight into poverty. Love for money is greater. Read back to these 'vomit' of words For you can see That I myself can't express love fluently. The idea is boggling, shocking; Startling and mocking It's more of a connection and far from an expression. So when the words aren't right But you seem to know what you mean Just know that what's felt in the heart is the greatest of all means! |