Some say love means working hard
Wounding the soul, leaving a scar
Shedding blood, sweat and tears
And that’s the only way to get far
I say:
Love is the highest of all forms
Always enlightening, gentle and kind
When that turns out not to be the case…
You love from melancholy or the mind
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