What is love?
Is it the eternal flame in your heart?
That blazes even more everytime you see them?
Or is it the butterflies in your stomach?
That turn your tummy upside down.
The way that, even when you get a glance of them,
You just know, everything is going to be okay?
Or is it all of these things, and more?
The way your heart skips a beat?
Or the way you want to spend all your time with them?
The way you feel safe with them, even in the middle of a battlefield
Is it the way you could never bring yourself to hurt them?
Or the way you could trust them
With your life?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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