Love
Love is the thing with flames.
That starts off with a spark,
And ends with an explosion.
At first everything seems perfect-
And your world has completely changed forever.
And then tragedy strikes-
The flames become outraged
And the clouds of smoke consume
your mind.
The love you once deemed perfect-
Has now become nothing,
but a pileof ash . . .
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