Why do you burn inside me
Why do you take my breath away
Why do you make my heart beat
Why do you make me wonder
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Sometimes it's best merely to accept, difficult as it may be, and not question or try to understand. Somethings simply cannot be explained.
Hmmmmmm....love is a gift. A great big, confusing, beautiful, aching question. If I stumble across the answer, I will let you know. Lovely outpouring of feeling here: -)
oh what a beautiful poem...could give a flower for this, ...well penned...
my wife better not read this poem because i never wrote one like this for her! actually, it sounds less like a poem and more like just a list.......a nice list, but a list. if it had some rhyming i would be more apt to call it a poem and enjoy it more. but if you give the poem to a love you will probably not regret it...........unless she/he keeps bugging you by asking Why? i hate when they ask that question.