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Author’s Notes: My first poem that I had in my mind for years. I hope this is enjoyable please review.
Love.
Love is a great thing,
A object that has wings.
Some might float into your heart,
Some might just fall apart.
Depending on who is your dove,
The one that you truly love.
As many will say about a crush,
Feeling shall come inside in a rush.
But the reason why it called a crush,
Because the person may not love you as much.
Love.