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We cannot see love; 
We can only feel it nor touch it.
We see its affection through emotions
The beauty; it take thee to utopia onshore.
Being in ocean and feeling of cool wind.

It can go deep, digs a hole.
You'll give your all, strip all your clothes,
You'll feel fire in your soul.
You'll fall by yourself whilst turning blind.
After all - soil to soil.

I picture love as a beautiful moon that light the sky,
'Come make love to me'
Night and day
Until our hair turns grey
It weakened everyone till this day,
Adam, Samson, Solomon; who are we?

For some it’s about happiness
For some it’s about winning
Love is not a game who are we kidding?

Love to express not to impress; 
Tis not a stage play with audience.

It purify our souls, you'll stroll alone.
No more anger just a smile to blow, 
Thy glow killed thy enemies, I've seen them go low.
Lower than six feet deep.

Everyone wants to have a feel,
They use the word to deceit and kill
Being intimate doesn't prove a thing,
Sex is a victim slaved to get anything.
You trust and give all yourself and you get ill.
Possibilities are; you father the baby, it might be yours or not.
She'll be sure it’s her baby; 
Will he be around to father the baby?
It'll be a tree that produces great fruits
Or a tree that can't bare fruits and blames the soil.

Everyone wants to have a feel,
They use the word to deceit and kill.
You trust and give your all you get I'll.
You love! Yes you; thou cannot pay a bill.

True; nowadays we choose money o'er love;
After all - silver is just a silver,
It cannot bring the kind of joy you bring
The fever of spring.

Only thou can get rid of hate.
You shine in the eyes of the beholder like heaven's gate.
Without you there's war, inequality and oppression.
I eyed souls palpitating in depression.

We love the wrong people too much,
Allow ourselves to be used, confused;
No more I refuse.

Whenever I follow my heart,
I'll use soft gloves to take my brain with me.
Disappointments room in me.
Expectations can hurt; its execution is art.
Love can't be found; it finds.
It lurk,
Its essence is luck.

Has love passed me or twilight binds me,
Walls I stared with hope it'll find me.

Annoyingly, 
I spent tedious time waiting.
Who speedily commits; merely he or she was never hurt; 
It takes time to heal.
When a relationship comes, you quickly jump in.
The seducer will pay for their sins
I'm further from the love scene.

I shall not bring love to justice.
The cause is our actions.
Player, life will corner you into a place whereby you'll be forced to repent
I hope it won't be too late.
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