Love
Love,
A word that many think they know,
But sadly just don't get.
Love is not the way you wear your clothes,
Not the make-up you put upon your face,
Nor is it the attention of other to notice you in a crowd.
Love is a feeling so deep that finding it is a journey.
A journey full of up and down ,
but at the end you realize that it was all worth it.
we are all destined for love ,
We just have to be patient.
For love , takes time.
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