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What is Love?


What is love?

 

The waves crash against the shore leaving an imprint in the sand

Like love left an eternal imprint on my heart

Love, like a big wave, coming suddenly, fun to ride until it reaches its breaking point

What seemed like a rush then becomes one with the rest of the ocean and for a moment it’s calm

But no matter how hard I try to forget, the existence of the wave is something that is undeniable, something that was and always will be

The water as it meets the sand carving out life’s destiny as though it was meant to be

 

But what is love?

 

The gun sounds and we are fighting for everything we ever had like we are in combat, our life, our love, our fate

Our hearts, the casualties of the war

Growing in agony as we move away from the destruction of the battle, but like war, something we can never forget

Our hearts of the past left to be buried

But with new life still remains part of our love

 

But what is love?

 

Amongst the chaos of war, eventually peace will come

And as I stare at the moon it all comes rushing back like the tide rising all at once

And I know, though we are not together, you are somewhere under the same sky looking at the same moon

And like the moon, love, whether it seems as though it isn’t there or whether it is full and bright for everyone to see or whether it is waning or whether it is growing in abundance or whether it is covered by clouds or whether it is illuminating a cloudless sky it is always there, and its existence undeniable

And maybe that’s what love is

Something that changes with time, but once it’s there it never vanishes

And sometimes it is something that grows and wanes and other times all you can do is just acknowledge it exists

 

But what is love?

 
Love, life's greatest teacher
It teaches us to gaurd our hearts and yet learn who to trust
In a world where love should never run out, it is scarce
Love will always run out if the only people we look out for are ourselves
In a world where people are only worried about the amount of followers they have on social media, I have learned that what will get me through the hard times is the support and love I receive from others not amount of likes I have on an Instagram post
 
In a world where hatred and discrimation rule the nation,
What is love?
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