Best Poem of Sister Frances

I never been a true romantic
Where my lover is the air I breathe
Where he becomes the world to me
Or if he leaves, how shattered I will be

I've always been rather straight
If I liked you, we'd do a date
We'd talk and if I liked you more
You'd probably get a kiss and score

And if you're in . . .
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Love Is...
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 . . .
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