kerri king

Rookie (1-26-91 / yuba city)

what is love


love what is it
love know one know
love is something
something but what?
no ones know

can you tell me
tell me about love
i dont know do u
i need to know
i want to know
love what is it

i know love
love is were
you hold one another
love is where
you say i love you
and mean it

Submitted: Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Edited: Thursday, January 06, 2011

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  • Rookie Kerri King (11/27/2012 1:14:00 PM)

    Ive not been on my site for years.. i forgot what i posted... i could cry over this one. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jovahna Davis (6/1/2009 1:53:00 PM)

    i really dont undersrand y people always play with other people feeling but that's life i love ur peom (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Osceola Waters (6/18/2007 1:48:00 AM)

    Kerri when love comes along, listen to your instincts, be careful, take your time with any decision that will define your future, love can come with a false face, in the form of deceit,
    but the right person, will bring happiness, honesty, stability, truth, faithfulness, security, for a life time not 5 minutes, so look carefully Kerri Osceola (Report) Reply

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