Enter The Poet - Remembering New Love
New Love
What is this thing that we call love? I feel it, and yet I do not. I strive to sound profound, but I feel utterly foolish and weak. I reach for what I may never know or touch.
Carry me home, if you know the way; for I, no longer do. I am hurt, lost, confused, dizzy, and falling. Care for me, hold me, touch me and caress my skin. Look into my eyes and call me love; your new love.
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