Why Love?

I'm not quite sure
why poems are of love.
Why not of happiness,
sadness, or even pain?
I suppose it's what, we,
as people long for.
A feeling so pure,
so delicately bliss.
I feel cloud nine
drawing closer to me,
it appears I've found it;
Love, you are mine.





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