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Please tell me what is love,
Is it a Godsend from above; It gives us a feeling inside, That comes in like the tide; Hitting us with much force, With having no remorse; You have a feeling so grand, Desire to strike up the band; A song that fills your heart, You never wanting to part; All seems sunny and bright, Because it feels so right; Your mind is at a high, As you give off a sigh; When having one another, You desire no other; But when she is gone, It feels so wrong; You try to wonder why, Feel like you want to die. Richard Newton Sherrer Copyright ©2003 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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