What is Love?
Love is a tree that bends in a gale, but does not break.
Love is a second chance, but not a third.
Love is a hand that generous, but accepts repayment.
Love is self-sacrificing, but not a scapegoat.
Love is an eraser that redefines boundaries, but also a pen that describes limits.
Anyone who asks for more does not truly love.
Because I love you,
I ask for these, and nothing more.
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HValencia
II have six brothers and one sister and am the second oldest. In my spare time, I read everything I can get my hands on and dramatically recite Shakespeare to invisible audiences. I love poetry because despite the short sentences and little exposition, poems still manage to convey great emotion and drama.
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