This Is Not Love Poem by Valerie Dohren

I touch the em'rald leaves in summertime
And taste the seasoned grapes upon the vine
But no - this is not love, this is not love!

To feel the glowing sun upon my face
Then sense it's warmth, it's ever sure embrace
Oh no - this is not love, this is not love!

And as I smell the sweet, sweet Columbine
Then sip the aromatic vintage wine -
No, no - it is not love, it is not love!

But as I knew your touch and how you smiled
And recollect your kisses that beguiled
Could this be love - could this be love?

Remembering those days of long ago
When we were young and love was set to grow -
Yes, this is love - yes, this is love!

Oh yes - this is love!

©️4/7/2024. Valerie Dohren