What Is Love

I read Your POETRY and try to imitate Love In my POETRY I pretend to know what I write My heart does not feel anything even for GOD above I talk to HIM in Prayer, never see HIM in my sight I never knew my Mother, I did not know my Dad Imaginery Brothers and Sister is all I ever had I read so many POEMS of Love as many as I could I never felt the pangs of lost Love even though I should I felt a twinge of feelings for POETS on the Soup I feel I have betrayed YOU, and most likely lost YOUR Trust I ask for Your forgiveness, From the Lauretes of this group My Lenore, was and is and Epic tale of Lust To be Cont. on this page in about an hour I'm at the Library and time is Up