Love Poem by Anthony Degilio
Love
Love, what is it?
Love is but a story,
Ripe with never ending glory,
Though love is a disease,
Killing ever slowly without ease,
It pains the heavy heart,
With a sorrow-tipped dart,
For when the loves ceases and dies,
Your heart, releases helpless cries,
And without that love,
Thou must look above,
For the desinty of eternal rest,
Is only for the best
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