When things go weird and vessels start rupture
Throat is choked and advises begin to pour
Then tiny fingers of my baby wipe droplets of tear
I believe something called love …makes pieces of me …gather
When absolute honesty slaps on my face
Pounds of makeup needed to hide original grace
Then two strong hands…surrounding me… starts a fence
I believe something called love…withstand by me …always in my defense
When clouds don’t rain, leaves are still
Heat is high though Sun is drowning, top of the hill
Then emotions begin their routine military drill
I believe something called love…pumping oxygen through my dry gill
When words pierce with deafening decibel
Dilute my consistency…decolorize my blood, makes vision feeble
Then your insinuation from thousands mile apart
Blow me with it’s ever effusing ripple…layer after layer
Something called love…engross my real core …makes me stronger…makes me louder…makes me level.
I could be nice …I could be ugly…anyways I have been human
Something called love … be with me like a mirror…it’s own reflection
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