Love
Love
It has no specific color, religion, or race
It does not discriminate between measurments of the waist
It doesn't care for the number that shows on the scale
It doesn't look for reasons to say farewell
It wants you for you no changes made
You and your smile no mask on your face
Love holds you when you're at your worst
And jumps with you when your happiness is dispersed
For better and worse love holds your hand
But only if it's real will this love forever last
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