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Lucretia Chen Poem
What is love?
It isn't something you make,
Nor is it something you take.
Is it an expression,
Or another word for obsession?
Maybe a feeling of progression,
Or removal of depression?
What is love?
Something we cannot define,
Something in our hearts that shine.
But a feeling possible so divine,
Is perhaps our one and only shrine.
Love is quite beautiful,
Not noisy, but musical.
Warmth that's not removable,
But also not delusional.
What is love?
An emotion without limitations,
With tenderness under all conditions.
An unconditional perfection,
Or maybe an amazing affection.
Copyright © Lucretia Chen | Year Posted 2016
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Lucretia Chen Poem
Conversing with you, finding some clues,
Just secret signs I cannot find.
Thinking ‘bout you, ending up blue,
Yeah I just can't calm my mind.
When you walk by, my tempo goes up,
But then I pause, and never act up.
I try not to stare, but I just can't bare,
You're right over there, but to you I'm just air.
Tell me when I can stop my inner storm,
‘Cause I need to stop stressing and start expressing.
Tell me our feelings are uniform,
‘Cause I need to stop guessing and start confessing.
Seeing you sad, seeing you sore,
These days actually crush me the most.
Please don't be shy, just open up more,
I know you need me to hold you close.
When you walk by, my tempo goes up,
But then I pause, and never act up.
I try not to stare, but I just can't bare,
You're right over there, but to you I'm just air.
Tell me when I can stop my inner storm,
‘Cause I need to stop stressing and start expressing.
Tell me our feelings are uniform,
‘Cause I need to stop guessing and start confessing.
So please, give me a chance,
To make you feel how you make me feel.
So please, even a glance,
For I promise my love for you is real.
Tell me when I can stop my inner storm,
‘Cause I need to stop stressing and start expressing.
Tell me our feelings are uniform,
‘Cause I need to stop guessing and start confessing.
Copyright © Lucretia Chen | Year Posted 2017
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