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by Rhi Nov 23, 2008 category : Love, romance / love is
Magical feeling, Floating in the air, Needing to find the source, Of life and care. Where does it come from, And where does it go, How does it start, How does it flow. It is a mystery, Veiled in the past, A mystical thing, A thing that shall last. It hides in your memories, It stays close to the wall, It stays hidden so well, You barely glimpse it at all. The feeling you see, It can start with a kiss, A feeling once found, You shall always miss. A simple touch, A fleeting look, A secret glimpse, That's all it took. The feeling is love, So it hides well, Waiting for those, In whom it can dwell. It hides from those, Who deny it's need, And resides in those, Who allow it to seed, Itself in their heart.