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Love is patient, love is kind 
But what exactly is love 
When it is only used entwined with words full of nothing but impossibilities

From surreal to fantasies

There’s a lot of hope and maybe’s and dreams that I wish could last forever

When good memories get blown away into the willows

And there’s nothing left to remember but silent nights and wet pillows

When it cannot stand alone

And can never be allowed to escape alongside each breathtaking moan

When it cannot touch or feel

While desire rises, the mind is forced to conceal

When we search in places high and low, far and wide

For a definition that would never be understood

Tell me once again

What exactly is love if it destroys you faster than any single emotion could

Love,

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