Love's forms vary, some say,
Agape, unconditional, in every way.
But infatuation's spark ignites the flame,
A prerequisite for love's sacred name.
No love exists without attraction's glance,
Sight, sound, or touch, a heartfelt dance.
Even the blind envision in their mind,
A love foreseen, a love defined.
Agape's concept, abstract and grand,
Yet conditions linger, hand in hand.
Scriptures say, "Believe and live,"
A condition...
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