Love Poem by Deanna Wilson

A four letter word.
That is often heard.
It's hard to believe I found it.
It hit,
Me harder than a rock at your head.
When I lay in my bed,
I wish he was there,
There to care.
I wish I could smell his body spray,
And as each day,
Goes by I charish it.
Like I will never get hit.
Everyone says he is not right,
But I think they are just uptight.
Isn't it funny how someone who may not mean much onw,
Can be your everything as you go on,
And then it could be gone?
I believe that's what makes love,
And if you have it don't let it go like a dove.