More than an emotion
The depth of your
purity
The dept of your innocence
The craziness of your
thoughts
The foolishness in
your dealings
The ignorance of your
foolishness
Encapsulated and
wrapped by a soul
Everyone wrong but you
Blinded to the
obvious
This thing called
love
Without a shape or form
Without a shape or form
The spell of a smile
The enchantment of a
voice
The glitz in the eyes
The laughter of a
baby
The burning desire to
do almost anything
The shrew tamed
The beast a gentle
prince
The ugly duckling a
fair maiden
This thing called love
Anyone its victim
A beautiful
captivator
Beaten from the past?
Shot the door and
want no more
The great intruder
comes your way
In the least way
expected
At the oddest hour or
place
How I love this thing
called Love
It makes you love love
Poem by Royalty
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