Love Is a Stranger
Love is a stranger to many, of this I am sure.
I have seen many that say they love and adore.
I have these thoughts to offer about true amour.
It is not about the sexual acts that hide behind door.
Love is not a kiss, or even many that feel so grand.
Love is not a touch on any part especially the hand.
Not even a look from the eyes makes the brand.
Especially not any material gift, from any land,
Here are my thoughts on what males love so real.
Wanting to give all that you have, with no repeal,
Feeling of warmth and satisfaction, no one can steal.
Touch of completeness, you know that it is all zeal.
While being away from this person, life has no fun.
Upon entering, the same room is like a warming sun
When one that seals your passion is the only one,
That you can love forever, until this world is done.
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