Love is all these thingsA Poem by
Sweet
Like a rose Painful Like its thorn Soft Like fresh blankets Warm Like the sun Safe Like a mother's embrace Dangerous Like the rapids Passion Like the flame Growing Like the oak Etched into memory Impossible to forget Clinging desperately To shreds. © 2011Author's Note
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Added on September 18, 2011 Last Updated on September 18, 2011 Author
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