Love is something sweet
Something strange,
It comes in many different
languages
But means the same
Feels the same
No matter where you go.
The far away look in your
eyes when you think of that special person,
The warmth inside not caused
by outside heat,
The anxious wait for time to
pass,
Time which somehow drags on
and on,
Like a turtle on its feet.
What is it that makes you
feel love so much?
There is no age limit to this
feeling,
The young feel it,
The old feel it,
The rich and poor feel it,
Every living being feels it.
Time stands still,
Sounds disappear,
All you remember is the
feeling,
That sweet feeling of love,
That you wish would never end,
Love really is something sweet!
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