True Love
True love is the pale pink of a blooming rose
True love is the sound of nothing in the midnight
True love is like the first snowflake of winter
True love is you.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
