oh ok ! love is being cuddled as a baby by my late
and very much grieved mother ...
love is a flow of blissful energy from the heart
which beats any drug
it flows from the heart to the person i am thinking about
and makes beautiful colours
love is what i feel for my addict
when i see past all the poison
that makes me want to sing and dance
love is holding his children
and being so delighted with them
as if they were my own
endless days of fun pretending to be little again !
love in fellowship
that beats like a heart
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