Love, What It Is
Like time itself
It goes by.
It doesn't stop.
It doesn't care.
It don't heal.
It don't kill.
Like time it's innocent.
Pure. Never corrupted.
It's perfect.
It's evil.
It's the devils making.
The devils move.
The angels power.
The angels shade.
Haunted. Pure.
Tainted. Bright.
It fits everything.
It's meaningless.
It means a million things.
It's wrong. It's right.
Happens at day.
Happens at night.
Wish.
Regret.
Hold.
Lose.
It's wished for.
It's unwanted.
Ying and Yang.
It's un-fair.
It's overwhelming.
It's treasured.
It's held forever.
What might this culprit be?
The one. The only.
Love.
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