What love might be?
One has no idea…
It can be opinionated,
Or a flash of knowledge…
Like a flower of gold,
Can never stay gold forever.
The idea of love,
Hidden, portrayed within a poem…
No one but the implied can uncover.
Yet, it seems the most solemn.
Can love be,
But a word of mixed feelings.
Fondness, tenderness.
As the infant were delicate…
It took time to comprehend,
the patience it took, to appreciate.
The prize, the rewarding caress
It waits.
Affection, adoration.
The warmth and greatness,
How the breath dissipates of existence…
A sign of favour, a sign of amusement.
How a smile,
Can never be defiled.
Devotion, passion.
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it was good
very good for a 12 year old.No offence.It Was still VERY VERY good.
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