True love is not a word to recite, but an emotion, that your heart is concealing. Lovers, express love all the time, but those are just, thought to be feelings. How does one even know, if it is love for thee they are feeling?
Some lovers, are love drunk all the time, but once awoken, with hatred they are dealing. Is that the irony of love? or is it the lust of the flesh, that kept you wheeling?
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