Is love something true?

What is love? I ask myself,
Late in the night.
Is it beauty? Is it grace?
Will I get it right?

What is love? I ask myself,
When every ones asleep.
Is it charm? Is it wealth?
Or something underneath?

What is love? I ask myself,
Is it something true?
Love is what I see,
When I look at you.

I love you Anthony!

Author: Anita Zuljan

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