Treasure Island

Matt Reyes

(11-29-90 / Midland, Tx)

A Hidden Message With A Question


What is love, my dove, my dear?
I wish to make my answer clear.
Love can mend one's tortured life.
Love can break one's fragile heart.

You are the one I truly love,
Only you and no one else.
Under my skin, your smile permeates.

Blissfully yours, I wish to be.
Every time I think beautiful, you I see.

Memories are good, but I want the real thing.
You are love, you make me sing.

Goodness, this is what love is.
I know now with my feelings of bliss.
Rising above to mend my heart.
Looking and smiling, that is a start.
Feeling blue? I'm here for you,
Right by your side, you know it's true.
I love you, you show me that,
Everything in this world isn't bad.
Now I have a question for you.
Do you think you love me too
?

Submitted: Friday, July 10, 2009
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