Love is...
To love, is to feel.
But somtimes its all surreal.
Not love. Not hate.
Nor any form of driscrimnate.
To love, is to know.
Like when rivers and oceans flow.
To love, is not only feeling or knowing,
It's about growing.
To love.
Is to grow.
Is to feel.
Is to know.
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