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I guess we are love.

What is love, I mean there is so such LOVE
Levels of love, affectionate , reserved
Love that just flows freely, unprovoked
Freely Deserved, preserved to keep

Love that makes us weep

I guess we are love,

Deserving of affection, or rejection

It's a reflection of our soul's
What we feel is beyond beautiful

We make love, love
We create that love,

It's true people build walls
It's the love inside we protect,

When reflecting the hurt from the heart

I know the love inside of me

I know the capacity of my soul

And I know their truly is just one love

that makes me feel entirely whole,

he isn't love at all, he is apart of my soul

without him I just can't love at all.

nardine Sanderson 29/10/2015.

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Tony Taylor

WOW DEANO!!.........this has amazing flow.......reads like a seamless dream or reflection........as though you were on stage delivering a soliloquy!!.......your gift shines brightly here sister girl.........your intimate discourse on Love is compelling and beautifully delivered........love your style sweet poetess........and I LOVE your new picture of you.........your eyes are beautiful here.........you're just all around beautiful!!.........smiles..........T xo

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Nardine Sanderson

Hehe you made me blush, glad you liked it bro
I woke up with a headache today, likely to much thinking
Love you heaps xox deano.

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