By Michelle
Date: 30 January 2001
What is love
Many people say love is
The blossom on the trees
As the pink petals fall swiftly
To the ground past our knees
Many people say love is
The moods of the evening sky
As the clouds drift through colours
Captured by your eye
Many people say love is
The soft snow on the mountain top
As it glistens in the sun
Not wanting it to stop
Many people say love is
The way birds fly with freedom
As they glide through the air
No one needs a reason
But I say love is
It is being with you
And hearing you whisper
I love you too...
Like the blossom on the trees
Like the moods of the evening sky
Like the soft snow on the mountain top
And like the way the birds fly.
Michelle H
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