It was late
Almost midnight

The owl was up
And going about his routine

The house dog tried to get some sleep
He was up all day, chasing the strays

Dreams, awake
Await the dawn

I can't define it
Nor have I seen a good example of it
It can be mistaken for lust
Which I have done many times before
This word or feeling called 'love'
Is foreign to me
It is scientifically irrational
A feeling that many have told me that I'm incapable of feeling
I envy those who are in love
It's something I truly desire
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Poetry my first love
Deeply I think of thee
What to write everyday
On the tip of my tongue
The words flow through me

Poetry my first love
You free me from life
You've awaken my soul
You have always been there for me when no one was

Poetry my first love
I really do adore thee
How much time shall we spend together this year
Hopefully everlasting

Poetry my first love
You are the world to me
Our love growing infinitely
Never treating you indifferently
For you are mine and mine is yours

My one and only true love poetry...
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Looking for a sign...
To guide the way
Searching for where I fit in
Where do I belong?
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