Love (Question):
WHO KNOWS WHAT LOVE IS TRULY SUPPOSED TO BE?
NOT I.
WE LIVE OUR LIVES YEARNING TO LOVE AND BE LOVED.
WE FIND THAT SPECIAL ONE, IT IS HEAVENLY BLISS.
YET THE BLISS LAST ONLY FOR A SHORT SEASON.
DECEIT. DECEIT SETTLES IN. DISTRUST. DISTRUST RAGES!
WHO KNOWS WHAT LOVE IS TRULY SUPPOSED TO BE?
IS IT A TIDAL WAVE OR IS IT THE CALM RIPPLE OF THE WATERS?
WHO KNOWS?
NOT I.
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