Love

Love

A Poem by Paradoxical

 Love
What does it mean? 
How do we know? 
It never comes easy
But only for show

We hear it all day
And every night too
But when will we know
When our dreams have come true? 

We live in our lives 
And not in our dreams
And we sew with a needle
Sew up the seams

Sew up our hearts 
Whenever they’re broken
So we can love again
And finally get the token
Of love 

© 2010 Paradoxical


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Added on July 19, 2010
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Paradoxical
Paradoxical

Forever Land, Where Dreams Never End, AZ



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I write because it is my dream to be a writer and I enjoy it. I can pour my heart into a poem or a story and make it as artistic as I want. It's a beautiful thing to have the words to express myself w.. more..

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