I find people, they dont find me,
I elude the one who looks,
Some suffer for me, and live for me,
and read of me in books.
Some people who think they know me well,
say I am suicide,
They think they've had me, but are wrong,
and lose themselves to the tide.
They say I'm cruel and bitter tasting,
That Im a 4-letter-lie,
But they're the ones who've given up,
Not bothering to try.
When one can live without focusing on me,
I'll give them a fairy tale,
Of course it may not always last,
So they can learn from the fail.
Many dont know the difference,
Between me and whats in their head,
They mistake me for hurt, pain and lies,
Which causes truth to what they said.
But I am patient, I am kind,
I am a gift from up above,
Im the only thing that makes you feel whole again,
And so they call me Love.
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