Love is a beautiful thing.
When returned,
I hear my heart sing.
Love is a confusing thing.
When led on,
I feel my heart sting.
Love is an awful thing.
When unreturned, and led on,
I see my heart fling.
Love is
Love isn't
Love is “...knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.”
Love is, if you search hard enough
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