Love is a fire that burns unseen,
a wound that aches yet isn't felt,
an always discontent contentment,
a pain that rages without hurting.
a longing for nothing but to long,
a loneliness in the midst of people,
a never feeling pleased when pleased,
a passion that gains when lost in thought.
it's being enslaved of your own free will;
it's counting your defeat a victory;
it's staying loyal to your killer.
But if it's so contradictory,
how can Love, when Love chooses,
bring human hearts into symphaty?
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Each has their own vision of what love should be . We often confuse love with lust and the excitment that follows it yet all lust is ended with tears and pain to the giver and the taker through lies . Yet we so long for the real thing butr often are willing to put the work into it that it so requires to embrace that love which can bring us the purest joy .For real love is understanding and respect for one another being patient and truly listening to another and even though we dont agree with everything they say and do we should give them the benefit of the doubt and lwet it be and stay their own thoughts for time will prove them right or wrong . Very good worl here -
ewww why is there a huuge butt there ? haha =D niceee poeem
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Thanks for letting me read this.Nice poem
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