Love Poem by danielle wiltshire

Love



Love is.....

A delicate flower in your hand.
A deadly weapon used against you.
A open road.
A mistery.(you don't know where it will end.)
Wasted money on flowers and chocolates.
A question that no-one knows the true question to.
The shiver down your back.
A virus.
A gasp of air wasted saying i love you! ! !

Saturday, March 15, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: flower,money
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