What is love, really?
Is it a burning passion?
Or is it childish innocence?
They say it's kisses and holding hands.
It feels great.
But does it last forever?
Maybe yes, maybe not.
I'm excited to find out.
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Secrets I Whisper to the Stars at Night
PoetryThe stars, my anchor and friend Keeping my secrets as I spill them Into the night sky Together with the moon, They keep me company.
