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What love is to me....

Poetry By: SilverWolfGoddes
Poetry


Tags: Love, Pain, Hurt


i wrote this a couple of months ago...


Submitted:Jun 20, 2011    Reads: 38    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   


What is love?
But the escence of our life.
It is the beauty and admiration.
The sun and the moon.
The bright colors of the rainbow,
and the darkness in the gloom.
Without it we cannot live. We cease to exist.

It is what fuels our lungs.
What goes through our veins.
It is our hearts beating.
Its our voices singing.
Its what makes the sky blue.
And what makes the storm clouds gray
.
And its also what makes you drown in an ocean of tears and pain.





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