What I Feel about Love
I'll never meet the love of my life.
All I do is wonder why.
Somtimes I think it's you.
Because you make me happy instead of blue.
I wonder sometimes what those three words really mean.
To me there all just a dream.
if anyone ever really meant those three words don't you think people would be happy in so called love.
I'll tell you this no relationship flies as smooth as a dove.
the next thing you know the one you loved dies.
all you do is cry cry cry.
I wish I knew how love felt inside.
But I know I won't and alone I die.
poem by Jean Pullman
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