Love Is... - Poem by Sister Frances

Is that a Love poem?
Let me write you one
Mine is from the heart
No clever words spun

No Images of nature
Magic or the thrill
Yes Love is beautiful
Yet it wounds to kill

For Love he lifts you
Your heart soars up high
Just don't forget the days
You fell so low and died

You want true Love
It all boils down to
Is that person making
You a bettter You?

Poems by Sister Frances

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