What Is Love
What is the feeling of love,
could it be what I see
or the happiness in me?
Special words uttered aloud,
or my heart soaring high above?
Could it be that love
is all the above?
The times we could share
talking and sitting alone
as the heavens pass above.
Giggling at some joke
or the times we embrace
as the days pass us by.
Why does love
come on a wing of a dove
so pure and white?
I long to find the one
In some distant time
to show me love
the way it to be.
Could love be
that one dance
we had alone
when I gaze
into your eyes?
Happiness fleeds my side
as these words I type
sitting all alone .
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