My daughter asked me, what is love
How do you know that what you feel of
Someone dear is real
Is here
To stay and I told her
It’s like your hand or your arm
You don’t really think about it
until it’s gone
Lost love would be like losing a limb
And I’ve often wondered
Since that day
Was it like that for him?

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