Love Defined
Everyone wants to find the love of their life.
We entrust a stranger with our thoughts,
souls, and our entire existence.
Does the very thought of it frighten you?
People can choose to love or hate you with the same heart.
They can choose to lie with the same mouth that caresses your neck.
We are all the same yet we love so differently.
Nobody will kiss you with the same lips another has touched,
for every love is brand new.
You may be loved less or more, or not at all.
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