Is This Love?

April 13, 2009
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Sometimes smiles are rare,
But almost always there.
Tears may fall.
And words are said,
But I feel something strange.
Everyday you make me smile,
You make me laugh,
You make me cry.
Anger seems to fade
When you smile at me.
Who knew I could feel this way?
My heart so cold
Burns with fire.
Butterflies in my stomach
Flutter for release.
I hold them in tight.
I want this
To last forever.
Is this love?

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