What Is This Thing Called Love? - Poem by Philo Yan
What is this thing called LOVE exactly? ?
Many scratch their heads
in many G plus threads
Trying, Figuring, Discussing, Finding,
Even rheotically speaking.
Most will be reeling.
Many don't know
A few may know
Many think they know
Many more still, 'What! No-No.
Countless ways, shapes and sizes
As long as there is Happiness
In any ways, shapes and sizes
One will know that is Loveliness!
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