What is Love

With butterflies stomachs tingle so well
One aims for the heavens but shall thee miss
To know if it’s true only time will tell
Great pains do happen so often with this

Its grace and beauty beyond all that’s real
The fragrance is as sweet as honey in spring
Hearts beat fast rhythms erratic in feel
If one cares deeply they shall buy a ring

Tis what men search for so vigorously
One must treasure this as they would a jewel
It’s what men strive for so rigorously
Take this as it comes or you’re just a fool

For that which I speak of is like a dove
In all reality this is just love





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