| 5:09p |
a new poem for you...
This much is known… (a tentative title)
About love, this much is known…
It is a special, indescribable feeling
starting in the tips of your toes
and going all the way to the ends
of your hair when you realize
you’re in love. Your heart may race,
your breath quicken, all kinds of
physiological changes can occur.
But more than that, oh so much more…
There’s the wavering emotions –
from uncertainty to excitement
to panic to sheer and utter bliss.
No man or woman yet has
Come up with a satisfactory definition
for love.
I wish I had a love in my life –
perhaps something like out of a film
or a romance novel. No, something
real, true, and content. I long for
someone to wrap his arms around me
and hold me like he’ll never let me go.
It would be nice to have a man
who sings to me, talks to me,
cares for me. He would look at me
and that look would tell me how
beautiful I am to him.
Yes, about love, this much is known…
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