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Is it eyes admiring across a crowded room,
Is it the smile on a woman's lips,
Is it the soft touch of my lover's hand upon mine,
I weep, I think not.
Is it the sweet caress of small kisses upon my back,
Is it the tenderness shown through his eyes,
Is it the words he whispers in my ear,
I weep, I think not.
Is it our bodies entwined,
Is it the passion within our souls,
Is it my emotions flooding my mind,
I weep, I think not.
It is the pain of my heart breaking
It is the hurt of your words
It is the tears which roll down my cheek
I weep, This is love.
Still with the pain comes daylight
With the sorrow come joy
with the hurt comes healing
Love, whenever you can..
Michelle Cook
14 March 99
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