Guppie Stokes Poems

Love is not an act
Nor is it simply a feeling.
It is many things
Crammed into four letters.
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Your arms are conforting, loving
Like sinking into a warm water bed
You dance like a pine tree moving
Your feet are as sturdy as lead
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What will I write about in this sonnet?
Of who's existence I really don't care...
Why, just the thought of doing it
Makes me feel the need for fresh air!
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