by Thomas Hews

Created on: May 16, 2008

Love, this is love, a most glorious thing
If you have it, be honored, if you don't, seek it out
For I know love and I had it once
But it ran off and left me alone

But what is love, but a thing that we feel
Is it more than just acts of the brain
It is full body bliss, a woman to kiss
And a life to adore but your own

So I'm seeking out love, and it's love that I seek
As I need ecstasy once again
But where does one look, for love, sweetest love
But in oneself, and one self's all alone

I love when I love, but I hate not to love
And the latter is mine for the while
But Id rather be hating a love so complete
Than loving a love that's not pure

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