Love is not a thing
To admire, or look at
If you keep peeling
As you do an onion
To undress or uncoat
To figure it out
You'll end up with nothing.
For love is an action
Evolving, growing
At every tender
Feeding, it's a feeling, so
Free yourself from your demands
And love, with no remand.
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