Love is a layer,
Of butter cream icing,
Love is the embrace,
I feel when we’re dancing,
Love is the melody,
That plays in my head,
Long after the music,
Has left me for bed.
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Love is a scent,
Of apple blossom trees,
Love is the honey,
From regal queen bees,
Love is the taste,
Of liquid pure gold,
Left on my lips,
Forever enthralled.
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Love is a touch,
Of soft fallen snow,
Love is the warmth,
From a fireside’s glow,
Love is the feeling,
That flows through my blood,
Pulsating and yearning,
To be all that it could.
Love is that smile
First thing in the morning –
An opening for someone to follow perhaps??
Chris.
And love is the heart,
That races without warning……. it could be an unending poem, ha ha 😉
Love is not all about winning the race
It is I believe about keeping up with the pace…..was the ha ha an encouragement or stop while we’re ahead?
‘Love is’ this poem as it’s that good.
Thanks Richard 🙂
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This is very sweet and beautiful, darling. Unfortunately, it also got a certain song stuck in my head… baby don’t hurt me… don’t hurt me.. no more…
I didn’t have that song in MY head, until now, thanks for that 😉