Many poems have been written about love,
Feelings and affairs of the heart.
Is it some miracle from up above?
Soul mates from birth torn fiercely apart,
Sent on a quest over Heaven and Earth
To once again find what so many have lost.
Some trade love for a price, not realising its worth,
Only to realise later what life it has cost.
Is love fancy? flirt? or feeling?
Is it friendship, kindness, care and trust?
Or is it a wound that leaves you reeling,
Seeking comfort where needs must.
Love is so common but valued like gold,
Made to fit all like a handcrafted mould.
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Sarah
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