How do we know when love is real?
Is it something we see or, just something we feel?
How do we know when love is right?
Is it something we feel all through the night?
How do we know when love is sincere?
Is it always wanting to have them near?
How do we know that love will stay?
As we walk through life each and every day
How do we know that love will last?
In a life that passes much to fast
We all want an assurance that love will forever last
No one wants to be the one who's just a memory from our past
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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There is no assurance. You have to go with your heart and wish for the best. Thoughtful. Thanks for sharing.