Where does love come from so I must say
To you the words my heart wishes to send,
I want you for a lover not a friend,
Be loving and then civil when we lay-
Together as our bodies start to blend,
And afterwards our gazes will now tend,
To view each other in this different way,
A horror fleets through the mind this just a jaunt,
And all the childhood virtue parents warn,
But yearning for desire from stars above,
These feelings in the heart begin to haunt,
The sun plays on your smiling face this morn,
A smile returned; we kiss, We fell in love.
Peter Lowell Paulson
March 11, 2011
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