Love
What is love?
Is it the way you look in someones eyes?
The way you hold them in your arms?
The way you smile and smile back?
Or is it all of the above?
We take love for granted.
Think your in love, but not.
You're in love with the idea of being in love.
And in the end, it kills.
Shakespeare wrote about every love,
Young love,
Old love,
Friend love,
Family love,
Hateful love,
Every love.
He believes in love.
Love is everything.
From your heart to your mind.
Lust and faith.
All of the above, is love.
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