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Love as Defined by a Poet

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Love as Defined by a Poet

Love is an infinite definition of how the mind, body, and soul work collectively for the greater good of the heart. Love is not an emotion; nor a feeling. It's justification that in this crazy world of ours life has a meaning. A reason to coexist in this universe. An answer for why we count the ways. Does she love me? or Does she love me not? Love is a compromise between what your eyes witness and what your thoughts perceive. You see; you can stare down beauty and at the same time think it will not fulfill your soul or grant you pleasure. Likewise, you may be disgusted by the sight of; but know it is the right kind. In the vagueness of its broad definition it is unpredictable. Yet it is the only power whom alone can cleanse the seven deadly venoms that sin our anatomy. Love is a decision. Shall I, wont I, may I, can't I. Its concept is understood, but in its usefulness is a paradigm you may never understand. Love is an action. You can say it but will you do it. The fire of turmoil; to fight for it will you go through it? Love is a continuous cycle of make ups and break ups. I love him, I hate her. 

It's an infinite definition of how the mind, body and soul work for the greater good of the heart. Therefore, I feel sorry for the broken hearted because they're broken in their minds and shattered in their spirits. I feel joy for the kind hearted. Because, they have experienced what many have never 
felt...A sure thing in an unsure universe, something true in a house of lies. And I admit, it's sad if they're the ones you know. Their happiness is murderous with your jealousy killing you slow...

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