Austin Dorrell Poems

Some may ask, 'What is love? '
True love is something not easily lost
like a crisp morning frost.
It is often a imagined as a dove,
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Time waits for no man.
I'm all grown up now,
the innocence of adolescence
is gone in a flash.
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Her golden hair flows as she walks,
so light, gentle, serene, and soft.
With every move my heart lifts off.
I hang on her lips when she talks.
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