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About This Poem
Happy February 14th
LOVE is ?
Is love, an essence, of flesh and skin
or a scent that's emitted, from within
Is it an impression, created by the heart
or a design, to be viewed, as abstract art
Is it something within all humans grasp
or a mental image, felt when people gasp
Is it's existence real, or just imaginary truth
an artificial attraction, held from our youth
Is it an inevitable desire, that embarrasses all
or a treasured goal, of kinship as we sprawl
Desire, Passion, Marriage, lessen loneliness within
but, affection lost, leaves you in a loveless skin
Is it a fleeting feeling, that wasn't meant to hold
or nurtured attraction, the oneness, as I'm told
Lust, Enthusiasm, Devotion, of intimacy with one
or hope of a life long friend, to share earths sun
a confession of confusion or a happiness unknown
feeling completed by Cupid's arrow when your alone
An intense, deep explosion, of your lust and desire
or that soothing relaxation, that's felt after the fire
Told long ago "It's what make the world go round"
Keep stoking that fire, till that arrow is downed
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