Love is like the wind,
Can't be seen, only felt,
When he looked at her then grinned,
And her heart started to melt,
If he was in a desert,
She'd be his water,
If he had ink scattered,
She'd get some blotter,
If she felt alone,
He'd live with her everyday,
If she felt weak as a bone,
He'd make himself clay,
She'd be his anchor in his ship,
He'd be her jack so she wouldn't slip,
She'd go miles for them to meet,
He'd be her wheelchair if she broke her feet,
And that, everyone, is love,
From the first glance,
Angels were sent from a above,
And around them, they were to dance.
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PoetryHello everyone, this is a collection of poems which I wrote by myself. I don't know if you guys will like it but I hope you do. Please do not copy one of them, if you want to repost anything just tell me or atleast give me credit for it. Xoxo, nour...
