Love is as fleeting as the moment
It makes its introduction,
Stirring the heart, and clouding the mind
With its sweet and tender seduction
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Love tormenting and fickle, sweet and sour, tickles our palate until we scream for more. Nice write Lora.
Love's like a baby freshly born It needs more fondness and care If it pouts we'd cry and mourn Bad weather may kill it or impair.
So many truths are woven into the fabric of this wonderful poem, yes love has indeed chosen the rules by which we must play.
wov....amazing lines....