Is love a bird that comes,
then flys away
or is it a friendly dog
that trys to stay.
Is love a mountain top,
to far to reach,
or is it the ocean,
close to the beach.
Is love a drawing,
that starts to fade,
or is it sharp,
like the edge of a blade.
When you find out,
then le me know,
Is love a friend
or a foe.
nice querries...you'll know it when you got older..and they will answer your confusions...great write... Ency Bearis
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Wonderful little poem, so many points to appreciate in this. I like the questioning and the rhymes are not forced. Just lovely. Some of those answers can be found in my poem called The Bloom of Youth. Please read. Adeline