Her heart does not hold back,
From what she wants,
But she is different,
Because what she wants,
Is the crackling of a fire,
And warm arms wrapped around her,
And someone with love,
And somehow,
Deep inside me,
She pulled it out,
And I gave it to her,
And I hope she sees me,
When I show it,
Because she is all I have.
She is all I know.
She makes me happier,
When she stands next to me.
She makes me calmer,
When she stands next to me.
She makes me smarter,
When she stands next to me.
Overall,
She makes me a better person,
And that's what I think love is.
She is the definition of love.
She is love.
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A Poet's Love Story: A Poet's Collection
ŞiirLife, Does not wait, For you. It stirs your emotions, And reforms them, Into wings of flight, And it tests, Weather or not, You will open the cage, And allow yourself, To give up, Or if you will keep the wings calm, And continue to live, And underst...
