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?WHAT IS LOVE?

Thinking of love, I feel it's a verb. 
Knowing it's not from above, is a spiritual proverb.
In order to create, one's technology must be superb.
And to see the truth, I had to read beyond the blurb.

Then I figured that not all interesting novels have a good spine.
But there's this cute parcel of mine,
Which wakes me by a daily chime,
In my quest to kidnap a finger of thine,
To help ring my bell for a lifetime.

But what is love?
Is it a feeling of ripples on a nipple,
A thought of not forgetting people,
Or the romantic things making sex simple,
It's not just a noun whose bonding
qualities are ample.
Love is beyond the care I show to you as an example,
And more than a sweet pothole in your cheek called dimple,
Nor the smell of a perfume.
It's a little more than poems saying "you are a pure perpetual plume"

My love, and its definition is in your youth. 
Your smile and tone is so couth,
Sticking on the walls of my heart like soothe.
When your name caused the burning of my lantern's wick,
And your absence began making me home-sick,
Then I realized your love is symbolic.
Love at first sight is not at all hyperbolic,
My definition of love is how you make my heartbeat so static.

Probably love is being blessed even when you are stressed.

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