Love's Secrets - Poem by Sandra Feldman
Love is strange,
And so unsettled,
As it flutters round your heart,
Like a free bird, once it's captured,
Sees its Liberty depart.
Love can also be a slavery,
If one sided from the start,
Painful thorns can damage gravely,
What was once a painless heart.
Love a feeling, never faintly,
That so many want to know,
It's the emotion that enhances,
Deepest passion, mystery flow.
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