Love is simple,love is plain

Thinkings and poems 1 Minute

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Love is simple,love is plain.

Will love ever come again?

Life is joy and life is woe.

Through its pains all humans go.

Love enlightens and discloses

Thoughts as sweet as summer roses.

Take me back to Northern hills

Where my fraught soul with honey’s filled.

All I want is to be there,

With you ,my love,now grown so dear.

Oh,love is kind and love is rare.

We’ll not discover better fare.

Feed me with such love again,

And I shall be a most blessed one

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Published by Katherine

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4 thoughts on “Love is simple,love is plain”

  1. lovely thoughts and I know what you mean about Northern Hills – they are totally free of the over-sophistication of the tamed and manicured South.

    1. Yes,you don’t realise how much you like something until it’s not there.I used to like to climb Winter Hill.The rainfall is quite high!!

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