Our Love

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    Our Love

    Being in love is
    like being reborn again
    You begin to feel as
    if everything in new to you
    When you have that
    feeling everything is all brand new
    All new and flashy
    to your eyes

    With this feeling
    I just begin to want more
    More love from her
    always wanting it
    Because the feeling is
    so good I can't get enough
    She is like my
    drug of love that I need
    As I feel it
    I learn that she feels the same
    I just want to give
    more of this love in return
    She tells me yes, you are the world,
    I tell her in return that she is the universe to me
    I do things I never would have done
    or even thought would have happened
    When sensed that it was love
    I be to feel compelled to do more
    I stopped all what
    I did for her
    I tell her that I love her
    at work, at the house, driving,
    and in between drinks
    People say
    You are whipped
    But its not even close
    to that feeling they say
    I am in love
    that is the feeling that I feel
    I am in love with someone
    that loves me back and that will never break my heart
    Others say that its too soon
    but it is not what we say
    Me and her know that its true
    and straight to the heart
    Not saying what they say
    or do to our love to change it
    We ignore the haters
    like friends and others
    I hope for the future
    and wait for it to come
    In other words
    I am restless for the future
    I want it to come
    looking at the clock
    trying to make it go faster
    As I begin to spend time with her
    its like time runs slower because we are together
    This means that I have found my love
    and she has found hers
    I hope that this poem can
    help others in their search for love

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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