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yes, love is such a mystery, isn't it? the more we try to understand it, the more tangled up we get. I really enjoyed this poem. Fantastic!
posted by
steamfly
on July 10, 2010 at 4:40 AM
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What is love
You have said it all! Nice poem! I really like it and this is how I feel about it and so much more. Be blessed! you have blessed me with this amazing poem!
posted by
Inspired_Woman2010
on May 28, 2010 at 11:56 AM
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that is why I am in love with him...
posted by
Star5_
on May 27, 2010 at 2:18 PM
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Love is God and God is love. 1John 4:8
posted by
PinkWeaver
on May 26, 2010 at 4:48 PM
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I like the queries in this poem, too! It is great food for thought! I like how love can be so encompassing and yet so individualistic as well! Truly in the eyes of the beholder! sam
posted by
sam444
on May 22, 2010 at 3:07 PM
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5 I guess that poets will always write poems about it love. BC-A, Bill’s RJLst
posted by
BC-A
on May 22, 2010 at 5:03 AM
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I have no clue what love really is. I guess it incorporats the elements you discuss.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on May 21, 2010 at 8:42 PM
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for me love is love.no other words can describe it best :)
posted by
ain_natasha
on May 21, 2010 at 6:03 PM
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Just what is love?
Straightforward..Love each other as I have loved you..This is a Greek word meaning to nurture..They will be influenced most by those who make them feel good about themselves. This kind of Love seeks only the best and believes only the best. We all have experienced it in one form or the other and your verse is the best.
Blessings Fema
posted by
fememefeme
on May 21, 2010 at 3:01 PM
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What is love
Nice inquisitive poem Straight. In a hundred years who knows, one jab and whoopee one will feel in love for a year. Of course I suppose if we were honest it might just be something to enable the procreation of the species. It could be an illusion that engenders tenderness and enhances the virtues of the subject, sometimes even lasts for life and learns to modify its expectations. Sometimes it just happens. Don't quote me. C.C.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 21, 2010 at 6:55 AM
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Beautiful poem SF... and your question has only one answer :-) Love IS... xoxoxo
posted by
Sinome
on May 20, 2010 at 9:25 PM
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