From palm to palm it flows
and has no end
It has no meaning
yet it has it all
It tastes like velvet
and it smells of jazz
And sounds like chocolate milkshake
on the rocks
It's texture is as soft
as air of night
It forms the shape of wax
that starts to melt
For many names it has
not one is true
But I believe you've figured
what I meant
Define Love
© Copyright: Raduga, 2002
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