Is This Love
In the darkness a flicker of moonlight,
shadows dance. Kissing her long and sweetly
teasing, capturing her sigh craze delight,
she let out a moan unobtrusively.
"I love you. I murmured, "Just you and I."
You make my body sing and my heart soar.
Is this called love, or is it just a lie?
I found my happiness I yearn for more.
I lie and daydream to belong to her,
feeling so incomplete and so helpless;
in me an ache causing a storm to stir,
holding forever leaving me breathless.
Never had to think of no one throughout,
had only myself to worry about.
7/11/2017
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