Love?
Oh how I love you so.
I know I love you, because my life turned into a cliche
In all of a short week.
So many wise ones look down their nose
And say I can't possibly know what love is
But do we not love our parents?
Do we not love God?
Do we not love ourselves?
Do we not love simple things?
I'm not supposed to love
But I've never done
What I was supposed to
So why wouldn't I love you?
I don't throw that word around
I can't
Because love is the foundation for every emotion
And I've seen love go terribly wrong
So why would I play with it?
It may not be love,
But I'll be damned
If it's not the closest I've ever gotten.
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