Is love really very smart
Or just like a little game
In which we play a small part
Just to satisfy the flame.
Coyly playing like a child
Just a simple little blush
When followed by a smile
Can mean so very very much.
Love is the gentle light
Which illuminates our being
And makes the lonely night
A time worth reliving.
Is love intense and frantic
Or is it comfortable and gentle
Getting a little of the romantic
Is just a little fundamental.
Loves intensity is a gift
By the feeling it is measured
It is not a time for thrift
Love is always to be treasured. . . . .
Nobody Special
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