What is Love?A Poem by AnthonySome may never find the answerWhat is love, But the wind through the air. A passing breeze That rustles through the green leaves. You are the cool You are the heat And you are forever out of reach. You blow through the world stopping for some, but never for me.
© 2015 AnthonyAuthor's Note
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