Making Love , a Delicate Art
Making love
is a delicate art,
the main ingredient,
is the feeling in your heart.
Many try to fool,
and make you think,
they are in it for love,
but their words stink.
Only actions,
speak louder than words,
observe these people,
without being heard.
You will know,
when your heart speaks,
when you two are together,
that is when you are complete.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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