Love Is
I wrote this when I was 17 in 1966---funny thing is, I wasn't even in love and what can you know then anyway......I know, we can all dream can't we!
Love is too much for words to examine,
an untouchable world, walking blind,
yet seeing.
Where one's thoughts touch dreams,
and where dreams touch reality;
complexities proof of what "WE" means,
truly us.
(I know, a weak ending, but...it was a thought a young mind writes)
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