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Love


 

Now I ask you what is love?

Is it just some empty feeling?

Now a day I think we forget its true meaning,

Love is when you stare into her eyes and they look back at you gleaming,

It is stronger than the bright sun shining,

Love is something that a blind man can end up seeing,

And the fact that people just use love as any other verb, honestly to me its sickening,

And if you truly love her wouldn’t you die for her without even thinking?

But over the years people that still believe in love are steadily diminishing,

Just remember love is like a shipwreck, although the cruise was great you know that at the end you will end up sinking!

And when love is dying,

Just remember to ignore all else and let your heart do the speaking!

 

 

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