Love

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Love

Love is that tiny feeling impressed in your nerves,
That leaves this indent in your soul,
It pierces it's mark then leaves quietly,
Whilst we feel the effects,
From which brings forth this thrilling and yet overwhelming sensation,
Love makes up the tears that runs along your cheeks,
And love will be the driven force behind every action when I am there to comfort you.
Love is in a single kiss,
And it's those tiny moments that make up one lifetime.

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

MyMadamePoetess’s Poems (9)

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The Candle is Burning 0
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Love 0
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