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Love What is love? Is it the way A mother kisses Her child? Is it the way A father plays Ball with his son? Is it the way A man makes Love to his wife? Is it the way two teenagers Hold hands as they Walk down the hall? Or Is it they way Parents cry when Their son says “I’m gay”? Is it the way Friends turn away When they hear I want to be a guy someday”? Is it the way Teens **** themselves At the thought of being alone? Is it the way Kids wait by the phone For their Dad to say He’s on his way home? Maybe Love can’t be defined Love, is deep within all of us Sometimes, it can just be hard to find
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
What Is Love?
Love What is love? Is it the way A mother kisses Her child? Is it the way A father plays Ball with his son? Is it the way A man makes Love to his wife? Is it the way two teenagers Hold hands as they Walk down the hall? Or Is it they way Parents cry when Their son says “I’m gay”? Is it the way Friends turn away When they hear I want to be a guy someday”? Is it the way Teens **** themselves At the thought of being alone? Is it the way Kids wait by the phone For their Dad to say He’s on his way home? Maybe Love can’t be defined Love, is deep within all of us Sometimes, it can just be hard to find
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YoungBlackPoet
15/F/St. Charles
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
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