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It’s Love

a poem by Shradhdha

That funny thing that seems to happen to everyone but me,
That confusing phenomena that you can feel but cannot see,
That abstract concept which I cannot understand,
The very reason why Adam and Eve once held hands,
That little tingle in my toes
When I dream of holding my first red rose,
That one source of unbearable pain,
It may happen only once and never again,
That one source of inexpressible joy,
That shy look exchanged between a girl and a boy,
It’s a four-letter word that rhymes with stove
Its ‘love’…