What Is Love?
Trust.
Sympathy.
Hard work.
Stop.
Love isn't a word,
Love isn't a thing.
Love is a chirping bird,
A beautiful stream.
Love doesn't define a person,
But it defines their will.
Love controls our actions,
And sometimes makes us ill.
My love for you,
It means I will climb mountains,
Cross deep,rocky rivers,
Travel through the underworld.
Love is an endless display,
But devotion is the only thing it shows.
My willingness to give up my life,
My hopefulness for our future,
My worries flittering away at the sight of you,
It all means I love you.
My love for you,
It means to give everything I have,
And more,
To make you happy,
And nothing less than.
Love is experiencing the pain,
So he doesn't have to.
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