What Is Love, Really?
What is Love, I ask myself as I
Sit on the fire scape looking out at
My city.
Is it smooth words, soft touches,
Long nights
Or is it lies, skewed images, of
what our heart
desires and our brain deny.
What is Love, is it passion, unforgettable moments
To always be remembered
Or is it a new form of pain
That starts off sweet
But turns into a slow sharp pang.
What is Love, is it laughter and smiles
Or is just a word to cover the deep pain felt deep down inside .
What is Love, Really?
I guess will never no.
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