What Love Means To Me

True love knows no pain…love
Is a rare and precious thing and
Has no chains…true love is the
Dream of dreams and love to me
Means never having to be lonely
Doing whatever it takes to make
That one special someone happy
Holding hands and sweet, sweet
Kisses of fire oooh yeah, oooh wee
Well That’s What Love Means To
Me…well and unconditional love
Means never having to be apart
Forever love is like a river that
Never stops and love when it’s
Real comes from the heart and
There is no doubt it is love…
Written in the stars above and
Whoa what you wouldn’t do for
The one you love…just to see
Them smile and make them
Happy…I wanna hold your hand
I wanna feel your kisses of
Fire baby oooh yeah, oooh wee
Well that’s What Love Means
To Me…it is the dream of
Dreams like a river that never
Stops a feeling out of a Van
Gogh work of art…the one
Thing that does last for all
Eternity…well that’s What Love
Means to Me, that’s What
Love Means to Me!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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