A Late Meal
Love is a beautiful thing.
So much to give,
So much to take.
Love is a powerful thing.
Crazy how sometimes
Love even breeds hate.
Why does it come, so simply to me,
But others are numb, like they cannot see?
I i know what is needed, and what will ring true.
The secret to freedom, is how you feel about you.
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