True Love

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    True Love

    A world apart,
    that thing called a heart.
    Your mind differs from that path,
    thinking of consequences and the aftermath.
    The heart does not care,
    it wishes only that you stay there.
    With him, with her,
    it does not matter.
    Male and female alike fall under the spell,
    love is fresh, like that new baby smell.
    Try to run and try to hide
    but no matter where you go, love will be at your side......

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Misery’s Poems (4)

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