The Nature of Love
Words are heard from ones we care,
But to wonder which ones are sincere,
That's the illusion of love,
Created by the one above,
Love is blind like they say,
But each feeling has a price we pay,
We love in times of good and bad,
To comfort ones that are really sad,
Love is a difficult feeling to be expressed,
Unless it's pure by one obsessed.
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