Love is not an ideal

Love love love…
It may live short and endure ever lasting,
It may live long and leaves nothing.

The love buried deep within,
to bring sorrow and pain.

The love liberated freely,
is to celebrate and rejoice.

It takes no shape,
but exists in any form.

Love is not an idol,
That makes the world go around.


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