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What is Love?
How do I know it’s really love?
People ask the question everyday,
I know it’s not just how they look
how they act or even what they have to say.
Love is a feeling
so very hard to describe,
I know it has to come
only from deep inside.
Love makes you want to do things
that you’d rather not,
Especially when it’s cold or
really scorching hot.
Love is what makes you want
to please your mate,
And never ever use
the terrible word called hate!
Love makes us want to sacrifice
for our one true lover,
For we know in our heart
there can be no other.
Love is what gives us
that happy funny feeling
And sometimes even sends us
spinning and reeling.
Being in love is not always
fun and games,
Sometimes a selfish beast
inside will have to be tamed.
If each will have the other first in
their hearts and thoughts,
I can’t see how a marriage could
flounder or ever be lost.
Love makes us wonder
how we made it without,
That beautiful, wonderful creature
that our life is all about.
Love makes us happy and
fills our empty soul,
True love will never let
our hearts grow cold.
JRS © 9-6-97
The "Okie" Poet
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