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About This Poem
This Thing Called Love
What is this thing called love,
is it being served breakfast in bed
or is it waking up reminising about the sweet words that he said.
What is this thing called love,
is it dinner and dancing by candlelight
or sitting on the porch sipping on a glass of wine by moonlight.
What is this thing called love,
is it he loves me he loves me not,
or could it be that I've finally realized what I've got.
Love is a powerful thing, emotions run wild as it tugs at your heart string.
To be in love is really great, but don't just settle for any old date.
For when it is right the sparks will light, cause this thing called love is dynomite.
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