What Is Love?
By sidewinder
As a bird flies soaring through the wind free and untouched, So is our love, For what is love? Deep emotions that arise to thy heart, And if nurtured like a seed first planted, It grows like a rose beautiful and unsurpassed, For love is more than anyone can imagine, It must be held tightly and forever kept. March 16, 1982 Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 16 2002 08:31 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 18 • 8
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