Poetry challenge: Valentines poem.
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Submitted by Katharyne
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The sun shines through the leaves.
The bird birds sing merrily.
I see him in my dreams.
He says he loves me.
Tell me, what is true love?
My full, fluttering heart
grows wings like a dove.
Storms tear this love apart.
The trees wear a dark vest.
The birds have flown away.
I sleep, but get no rest,
“I love you” he’ll still say.
Tell me, what is true love?
A heart that does not fly,
no shining sun above,
this love will make me cry.
This kind of love is true:
A lighthouse in life’s storms,
love stands by and guides you.
False love is now the norm.
Love’s not a happy heart.
it’s not a longing sigh.
Love in storms won’t depart,
in tragedy won’t die.
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