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What Love Is.

Love is a fire,
Causes desire,
Willing to care,
Wishes to share,
Needs a touch,
Kiss you so much.
Love can open any gates,
It can conquer any states.

Love is always young,
Beautiful songs are still unsung.
Love is our choice,
It has its own voice.
Sometimes love hurts,
Sometimes joy reverts
Loves are the best things,
It happiness brings.
It’s impossible to forget,
True love you’ll never regret.
True love is hard to find,
It’s always on your mind.

Love is hard to keep,
It doesn’t at night sleep.
True love is two seeds
That grows to their needs.
Love leads to the heart,
That cannot live apart.
It’s a poetry of senses,
It doesn’t know any offenses.
If you ask me: what is love?
I’ll tell you: read the words above!
Larisa Rzhepishevska, February the 14, 2019



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