The Love Of... - Poem by Lux Fayt
Love is hard to find.
You can search for years
but to find it was there all along.
When you find that special someone,
two worlds collide.
Sometimes, its so wonderful
You would do anything for them.
But some people live without love.
Love of a family.
Love of a friend.
Love of a boy.
People who don't have families.
They never find it.
But sometimes you have to
take what life gives you.
It might not be love, but
it could be much, much more.
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