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Sun 22 Apr, 2007 02:35 pm
Love
Its the reaper of light
It changes day into night
When your alone
Laying in your bed
Thought brewing in your head
And then theres love
Its the thing that stops your heart
Then makes it restart
When your walking down the street
And you see a pretty face
Full of ellogence and grace
A stroke of luck
A peaceful dove
A gift from above
Whatever you call
A perpetuos bliss, to a snug fitting glove
It will forever remain love
You said you wanted comments. Did you want to know about misspelled
words and gramatical errors? I do see some in your poem. I don't have an English degree though.