A Love of No Living - a Love of No Title
Love was an unlikeable to the old, yet it was love of joy to no livings.
It was just a thought when it faded away,
It was of happiness when it quickly happened.
When I thought it's going to make it,
It snapped out of the world, to the new place.
That's love - it's a matter of joy nor sadness
Yet it's a whole mixture of both.
I to love thee, thee love to no living.
It derailed and drove a smile on a beautiful soul,
It took the best out of it,
It made the changes that have come through the use of it
It created the tears of a sudden death.
That's love.
It's of no living
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