Love,
It isn't describing,
Nor has a true meaning but,
What is love?
Could it be the sight of the person that makes you feel whole,
Or the family respect you get,
Or the times when you feel all hope is lost but,
One friend reminds you it isn't.
Many of us think we have love,
But what do we have exactly?
There's no exact definition,
No exact feeling,
And no exact time.
If its love,
You will know but,
Never understand that connection,
Because what is love?
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