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mujjj bilk
Female, 39, Yugoslavia
(5/31/2005 9:46:00 PM)
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Love Poem (one of a million)
Love is a rope
Impossible to climb
A needle in hay
Impossible to find
Sometimes forgiving
Sometimes unkind
Apart from the loss
Apart from the gain
Love is not proud
It does not want fame
There’s no feeling like it
There is none the same
Love has a hold
On all its possessors
Constantly touched
By its caressers
Always announced
By its professors
Love is a rose
Hidden by thorns
Along with the joy
Brings things forlorn
Each day of sun
Comes one more storm
Conniving and sneaky
Love is for sure
Trial and error
The only cure
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Jessica H
(10/19/2005 4:04:00 PM)
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I would suggest in the second to last stanza putting 'With each day of sun' it just sounds better to me. But I really really really enjoyed this poem. It is wonderful. Thank you!
