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WELL, IF THIS ISN'T LOVE! . . . .
By Josie Whitehead
Well, if this isn't love . . .
Then why does the world seem to wear a warm glow
Like the sun on a long sandy beach -
Or like thousands of stars that shine out in the sky
Or the glow on the skin of a peach?
Then why, when the telephone shrills with its ring,
Does my heart seem to jump in my chest?
And why, when I know I'll be seeing you soon,
Do I try to look just at my best?
Then why can I never stop thinking of you,
For my world is on fire inside -
And I boast to my friends of the way that I feel
As I mention your name with some pride?
Then why, when we meet does my world seem to stop,
With the two of us drifting in space?
And what more do I crave from the world where we live
Than to happily gaze at your face?
So if this is the way that I feel then I know
That I've fallen in love, that's for sure -
And if this isn't love, well tell me what is,
For there's nothing on earth I crave more.
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