On Love
Love; A four letter word that has as much power as any tool in our history
It can build up and cut down almost as instantly,
But what i would do without it is the Mystery
For coincidentally I need this power to utter
"It is I that Love's you" or "It is I that no longer Love's you"
What am i to do?
If this word was no longer mine to weild as not only a shield but a blade
I would rather not have been made.
Without this word, nay without the action itself,
My heart would just sit on a shelf.
While rotting away in some forbidden place,
All my heart could say is:
Love in your heart wasn't put their to stay,
Love isin't Love til' you give it away.
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