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A Love Poem
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by Ellen Bailey |
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No one knows how or when love begins
or where or how it gets a start
But when you are near, my head is a spin
and there is a flutter in my heart
Your absence stirs a longing in my soul
that aches until we meet
I am less than I am; not quite whole
until again we greet
I have always wanted to say I love you
that my love for you is real
Let me hear you say you love me too
and my heart is yours to steal |
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