Love
Love for our sister,brother,mother and father
Love that makes us laugh
Love that makes us cry
Love that fills our heart,soul,body and mind
Is this true love or am I on cloud nine?
This thing called love is it too good to be true?
It symbolizes passion,infatuation and sometimes lust too.
Love is like a red rose the color of a burning flame
It holds memories on each pedal which will always remain
Unharmed,untouched left on the stem til the end
Yet love will never end my friend for it is too strong
It beats in our hearts and twirls in our stomachs
It is forever with us and will never go away
Once finding true happiness it will always be there to stay
Copyright © Itza Beckford | Year Posted 2006
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