Love Poem by brebre floyd

Love



What is love, do it exsiste?
Is it real or just a myth?
Will we find it, or will we die,
staying lonely till the end of time?
Love or be loved, thats how it goes.
Hate or be hated, thats how i roll.
Love is a mystery, thats how it'll stay.
Love is incredibe, but a price to pay.

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