Love
What is love? Who can guess ?
Not the look. Not the person in the dress.
Not the girlfriend but the bride;
Not the one in the gown, but the person inside.
Not the moment when she smiles,
But the dream, after a while...
Not the moment with her,
But–
The feeling when she's far.
It never fades, it always grow;
And what it is, who knows?
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