Is It Love
I have seen two morning stars
Shining bright upon her face.
Two grey eyes that left a scar
Which covers me like an embrace.
I cannot help but feel aglow
Every time she smiles at me.
My joyful heart now wants to know
Whether it should hide or flee.
Tell me not that I must wait
For I no longer can remain,
Waiting for my heart's debate
As it hides itself again.
Perhaps my heart is waiting
Not wanting to concede,
That morning stars do not exist
And it does not want to mislead.
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