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Love is, a feeling from another,
Like the rising sun, it's starting decent
Brings darkness... cloudy minded until confined by the only light
Burning malevolently through the night.
We look until found, keep until lost,
Cry until death has done its part.
We keep love, and hate away until both have molded into one,
Hardening like clay. Believing, or praying is what the broken hearted would do,
Until the loved one can find you.
Like a lone runt in the overwhelming world,
Thoughts and feelings well hid we will do,
Until once again love finds you.
Love is.. Love is the struggle to keep happy, any thoughts at all.
Brought upon by the many tears, and fears that it will disappear.
Love is. What love is...