Love is a strange thing.
It's not a substance,
or an emotion.
But a thing.
A thing,
with no mind.
A thing,
with no control.
Love is,
hurt.
Love is,
despair.
Love is,
giving.
Love is,
happiness.
Love is,
being held in the arms,
of the one you love.
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