Love Poem by Violet Creek

Love



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.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem is dedicated to my parents, for all the love they share.
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