What love is

by denise long   Nov 11, 2004


I use to ask myself what love was.....

It shot in front of my eyes when I met you the love I have never had.

Love is when you can't stop thinking of that one special person when there not even in the room.

When your heart is with you but also with that other special person in your life.

When your heart races and slows down at the same time when you first see there faces after a long nights rest.

But don't let me tell you what love is because for every other person it is different for every single one of us.

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