"The Love That Poets Write About" genre: Adult Contemporary
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	I used to watch "All My Children" my freshman year in college. In one storyline, Tad is trying to convince Hillary to marry him instead of Bob. Sure, life with Bob wouldn't be bad, but "you and I have the love that poets write about..."
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	Story Behind the Song I used to watch "All My Children" my freshman year in college. In one storyline, Tad is trying to convince Hillary to marry him instead of Bob. Sure, life with Bob wouldn't be bad, but "you and I have the love that poets write about..." Lyrics I hold her fingers. Soft and smooth, they lay there in my hand. I love her so much, More than I could ever understand. In times of summer, Walking down the beach and in the sand, How can it be? She's the most important person now to me, And that's a fact. As she runs her fingers down my back, I see She means everything to me. It’s plain to see. She gives me loving, Love that I could never hope to have. She makes it perfect. Sitting by her side, I have to laugh. She is so pretty. Looking in her eyes, I know we have Something rare, Something beautiful and precious everywhere That we go. Just a smile from her lets me know we share Something beautiful and rare. I know we share The Love That Poets Write About, A love of which we have no doubt, A love we'll never be without, The Love That Poets Write About. I was so lucky Meeting someone wonderful as her. Before she found me, Life was just a dark and foggy blur, And then it happened. Now without a doubt I know for sure That it's real And the trembling in my stomach that I feel Isn't bad, And the good times she and I have had conceal Any doubt that it's real, And I can feel The Love That Poets Write About, A love of which we have no doubt, A love we'll never be without, The Love That Poets Write About. (instrumental) And at that moment, My alarm clock suddenly went off. The bed was empty. Sadly, I descended from the loft. The dream was over, And I was right back where I started off, But that's okay. There is one thing they can never take away, So let them try. While the lovers and the scholars try today, She was just a dream away Yesterday. The Love That Poets Write About, A love of which we have no doubt, A love we'll never be without, The Love That Poets Write About. The Love That Poets Write About, A love of which we have no doubt, A love we'll never be without, The Love That Poets Write About. (repeat chorus)

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