Loving - Poem by Cory Ruda
This 'love' is little more than a plight,
revealing to all men a fight.
Ripping all sense and idea from mind,
Placing thir life into a bind.
But what is this feeling of care,
As I see her before me there?
Could this be!
The feeling of love takes over me!
For all I say and all I do,
My thoughts gone, my ideas blew...
Feeling this feeling I have,
I suppose it's not too bad.
The gentle feeling in my heart,
It's sweet grasp is not so tart.
This love feels so soft,
Bringing my heart to a loft.
It's sweet embrace giving to me,
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