Feeling Love
Most of the time I feel it
In the depths of my heart.
Other times I just know it
Quiet whispers from my mind.
Sometimes I just have to accept it
Believing only that it is so.
But always it is true – I love you.
1988 - Sophia
What is it? That's always the question. Call it prose, call it poetry, call it musings, call it humour, call it pain, joy and every other human emotion. But what is it really? Quite simply - it's my writing.
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