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In Plain Words
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Scris ca tema la "Creative Writing" cu cerinta "What is love?"
Simply Love
by my silly self
Love is.
And nothing more
Always, or nevermore.
An engine
Starting me up
Or shutting me down.
A smile, or a frown.
A sunray caressing Mother Earth,
A gust of wind, a child’s birth.
A musical note, a playful song.
Both right and wrong.
A raindrop on your cheek,
A cup of tea when you are sick.
The sound of a beating heart,
That line in the last part
Of our play
Where we both say:
“- Hot chocolate, and the smell of Christmas.”
It’s a brush stroking a canvas
In shades of red, and shades of passion,
A fireplace in that cold mansion.
Soft, but solid, love’s a dreamer,
A screamer, a loser, a winner.
Love’s a guitar, not a chord,
Love’s a feeling, not a word.
Love is.
And nothing more
Always, or nevermore.
An engine
Starting me up
Or shutting me down.
A smile, or a frown.
A sunray caressing Mother Earth,
A gust of wind, a child’s birth.
A musical note, a playful song.
Both right and wrong.
A raindrop on your cheek,
A cup of tea when you are sick.
The sound of a beating heart,
That line in the last part
Of our play
Where we both say:
“- Hot chocolate, and the smell of Christmas.”
It’s a brush stroking a canvas
In shades of red, and shades of passion,
A fireplace in that cold mansion.
Soft, but solid, love’s a dreamer,
A screamer, a loser, a winner.
Love’s a guitar, not a chord,
Love’s a feeling, not a word.
