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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What is love? Realizing people lie, disguising your true self to be more satisfying to one that is your so called purpose in life to hope one day you become husband and wife, But deep down your body is crying slowly dying refining fearing of what they’re are doing at any given time. What is love? Sharing hugs having long walks talking till your mouth drops listening to please the one you oh so need. Buying gifts and then giving a warm kiss. But knowing one day it leaves you i the dust where you stay and rust. What is love? One day getting married to come to a realize one day one must be buried and sometimes we just remarry. Getting divorce weakening the others lively force. What is love? A sexual lust, a must have, a crave a faster way to get laid Spending money on your honey Hoping to get lucky soon then leave in heart beat. Coming to a realize you miss them come back begging on your knees pleading to take you back so they can be back-stabbed by the fact you are a monster who lacks the quality of being with one instead of of them all. What is love? Beating your spouse to show who is man of the house leaving one day thinking the baby will be okay because maybe they are better off without you or they doubt you. Folks love is a hokes leaves are body in an ache making or souls disintegrate with pain and torturing. I lost love for it is a distraction an unsolvable fraction of life in which it make us restless. We love that we may fill the holes that make our hearts ache, but in reality love is dull and dull cannot heal souls. What is love?
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