How Much - Poem by albot george
Does love grow and grow,
And does it get stronger
The longer you live
Will I get more and more?
Or is there a set amount
And how can you measure it
Would it be' Ounces or pounds'
Better not talk about the pounds
And is true love, like in the stories
Like in the old fashioned fairy tales
When the hart meets is hind
That must be a clue,
Ask your mouth to call my name
So I may kiss your lips, to easy my pain
Please never abandon your dearest hart
Because it has loved you from the start
From that one kiss is where we are
But no one knows to where or how far
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