About Love

Love has many faces
That change throught many years,
Love has many faces
For whom I called my dears.

Once my love was young and easy.
I felt the heart, I felt slight dizzy.
It was so wonderful, so light,
And blushed my cheeks and sparkled eyes.

Once my love was so suspicious.
It was devoid of great delicious,
It faded quickly and left nothing,
With no regrets, with hope for something.

Once my love was searching
And made my eyes to be on wactching.
I looked for someone serious, attentive.
Such love was hard, appeared melting.

Once my love was calm and tender.
I felt secure, avoid danger.
I was alone, it was my place.
I loved to see the dearest face.





Poetry by Alla Antares
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Written on 2007-03-03 at 11:26

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