The Meaning Of Love: - Poem by Daimon Ferguson
What is love?
Is it an actual thing,
Or is it a figment of our imagination?
How does it affect us so greatly?
Why does it affect us so dramatically?
If true love was an ocean,
Would it not be a vast, bottomless, & endless one?
if to love is to live, then what is to die?
THAT, is the meaning of love.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
first i would like to thank my wonderful girlfriend for giving me my initial inspiration to dedicate a poem for the one person who has kept me going in this crazy f***ed up world. i would also like to thank all my friends.And the School of Dreams Academy for being the one school i really enjoy to be at. i think that my dance teacher, Mrs. Mcneil deserves a lot of credit for giving me the courage to do something i once thought was stupid and girlly.
THANK YOU! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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