This Thing Called Love Poem by Leah Ross

This Thing Called Love

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is a mere feeling one feels an ache in one's heart that lingers on is beautiful like a rose the scent of sweet perfume can cut like a knife yet mend make one jealous with rage

Wednesday, January 4, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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