True Love
Love is a form of emotion
It's smooth, like a graceful motion
It's hard to hide
All emotion had died
This stoic face and emotionless heart
It was all painted, like a piece of art
Now that art is gone, washed away with the rain
I can breathe now, my heart no longer in pain
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