Love Is...? - Poem by Linda George
Love, is for the giving, and not, for the taking.
The joy, that is given, when it's love, that you're making.
It's walking, on air, and reaching, cloud nine.
And it sends shivers, that climb, every step, of your spine.
That feeling, of joy, when you embrace, arms open wide.
Can be compared, to the sea, when the sand, meets, the tide.
Love, is music, playing in, your heart.
True love, is knowing, you'll never drift, apart.
It's a special, warmth, it's a happy, smile.
And it makes us know, that life's, worthwhile.
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