The Word
I have nothing more to say but to say can I lean on a word,a word that cuts like a knife though the fog of hate,
this word of course is love.
What is love you say,
love is the balance of what we do and how we feel.
Search, reach and maybe glance around
just to feel and touch an outdated word call love.
But do you realize that you can control love by the knowledge of the word.
Kick back and let that word roll off your tongue
and see who or whom comes running.
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