What is love?
What is love?
Love is the fear of hate, with bonds so strong those who seek to destroy are befuddled
where one begins to wonder how they made it through the struggle.
shared among friends, surrounded like a huddle
when kings should bow to respect its meaning
but nowadays is used for cheating and lying
so rare but not impossible to find
cause once you do it can set back time
and leave the life by yourself behind
to join in one body and mind
but to discover you could be blind
for it is not looks
as love has no face
its a feeling of trust and faith
and those who want it realize its not a race
love comes at its own pace
but I ask you to endeavor to give love a try, cause now you know what and hope you find why.
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