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What Is Love?

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RisingAngelus

Published: Sep 5, 2005

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Love can be good and love can be bad.
Love can make you happy or sad.
Love is a blessing and love is a curse.
Love can be for better or worse.

Love can break and tear out your heart.
Love can tear you completely apart.
Love can bring happiness to one’s eyes,
As he sings joyfully up in the skies.

Love can bring torment, agony, and pain.
Love can make one go insane.
Love can bring happiness, joy, and bliss,
Making one want that one simple kiss.

Love is unique in its own special way,
But love can make someone go astray.
Love is a feeling with strength and power,
So even the strongest man will offer a flower.

Love can get you through all rough times,
Love can be a motive for worst of all crimes.
Love’s that feeling that makes one be at ease.
Love’s that illness that’s the worst of disease.

So grab your loved one, and hold them tight.
Make them feel the love you feel you might.
For some, love lasts not long at all, never,
But for others, it lasts for all of forever.

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