Does it grow?
Does it fade?
Do you love with your whole heart;
or just part?
Is love true?
Sometimes it makes me blue...
Does love Rhyme like this poem?
Or is it wild like a boheme?
If love is lost can it be found?
Like a sock with a basset hound.
Does he love me or not, he told me once;
but I forgot....
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
some times his I can not see.
Is this love true?
Or am I in love with you?
I'm confused, do I make sense; or dollars?
It's a rainy day...
My heads in another place from my face.
My heart is in the shade.
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love is something indescribable. Love is something we have, love is not cruel or unkind but it is wonderful it's the faults that ruins everything up not the love^^ mwah nice poetry^^
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