Could love be found in a sensational, smouldering kiss
in a soft, yet, sensual touch,
in an all, carressing hug,
or
an enticing smile?
Could love be revealed through an embracing stare
or
in a compassionate whisper?
Does love fuel our senses,
does it drive us wild!
Was it love that drove us to say that kindness knows no shame?
Or,
is love a mere game played by the foolish and insain?
And if so,
what of the pain of love,
is that fake too?
What does one stand to gain if love is not real,
but a gimmic to wreck the brain! ?
Could love be tasted in a shared meal
or
is everything in life subjected to end up in our courts of law.
The book of love,
who filled its pages
and who may read its tale of totalled passion and sincere committment,
when...
Oh...
When,
will that brave soul appear?
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