Sunday, January 23, 2011

Poetry " Love "

Can come in any shape or form
It need not be a person
It need not be a thing
It need not be a place

It is a feeling inside

It can not be bought
It can not be sold

It can tell stories
It is as good as gold

Love will come and go
Love is delicate and brittle
Love is sweet and tender
Love can give you strength
Love can give you pain

Love can tear  you apart and make you love never again

Love is the essence of life
The seeds of birth
The seeds of pain

By Candice Hung February 6, 2009

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