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But it is not. . .
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Love Poems I know you ponder the meaning of it
Why it sends butterflies through your heart
Fluttering with glee and amazement
You think it is love,
But it is not...
When you hold hands with him
And feel the feeling of enrapture
When you are young
And want to lose your gift
You think it is love,
But it is not...
Ignorance is what you live for
Your world revolves around every breath
Emitting from his soft lips
You think it is love,
But it is not...
Love is like two willow trees upon a river,
Each bending over to touch
To sip of the water of life
And let their branches intermingle
Love is like the oxygen that fuels the fire,
As infinite as the flame in open wind
Dancing with warmth and song
Love is the beating of your heart at night,
The comfort--
And rising and falling of your chest
It is that solitary moment when all seems right,
And the world dissappears
It is you,
And him,
In one moment,
Together.
The world may be crumbling,
Screaming surrounding you--
But inside this room,
Inside these hearts--
Are one soul.
Love is endless,
And is not always those "butterflies,"
But it is truth and trust,
And pure warmth.
Suddenly then---
You think it is love,
And it is...
