WHAT IS LOVE

Is it a passing fever of the body?

Which, like a hunger can be satisfied

Only to return again

A million times stronger

Under the guise of love.

Is it a power over the mind?

Tentacles that creep upon the innocent

An insidious phantom

Stealing unseen and unsuspected

Upon the willing victim

Sucking out lifes blood

Sapping the will

Under the guise of love.

So what is love?

To me it is a simple thing

Tender as a petal

Of a camellia or a rose

Yet strong as the roots

Of a weeping willow tree

Love is truth and

Love unadorned is

What I give to you.

.....Bonnie Vincent

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