LOVE LOVE LOVE


The intimate glances,

That are aimed like lances.

In night club dances.

Into random strangers

Into unknown dangers.

Love Love Love.

The hesitating touch

The I want you so much.

The tentative kiss.

The feelings you miss,

When love isn’t there.

The wanting tocare.

The needing to share.

Love just isn’t fair.

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