What Is Love?

January 10, 2018

Dear The One Who Changed Me,

Once upon a time we had some “true” love

His eyes, his voice, his touch kept me going

I thought we fit like a hand in a glove

The truth is, with love, I was unknowing

But what partner sees a lethal affair?

Though love is patient, it is also blind

I thought I could find happiness somewhere

‘Course, I was oblivious to the signs

Feeling trapped, I took one, last breath as me

And shut myself away in a tight box

After 3 years, I wanted to be free

But was forced to slink around like a fox

Is this not what love is supposed to be?

Because if so, love may not be for me.

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