Treasure Island

Rik Bertrand

(18 April 1959 / Portland, Oregon)

WHAT IS LOVE


Is love the pounding i feel in my heart
whenever you are near?
Is love the loss of feeling when you disappear?
Is love fear?

Is love the tear i shed
when i wake up and you not in my bed?
Is love the never ending thoughts
of you i have in my head?

Is love the trust i put in you?
Is love the loss of feeling blue?
Is love togetherness with out the ties?
Is it the truth with no white lies?

Is love loneliness when were apart?
Is love the mating of our two hearts?
Is love the way i feel when i see you cry?
Is love a reason to never ask why?

Is love the times we share together?
Is love the two of us forever and ever?
Is love the reason were here on earth?
Is love the beautiful miracle of birth?

REB

Submitted: Monday, September 08, 2008

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