Love

Love is a gift

No room for any rift

A body that survives any ordeal

if not then it wasn't real

Love is a good thing

not meant to have a bad ring

Its confused with lust 

and forgotten as a must

Love comes in multiple forms

and it should never leave you torn

Love is beautiful and plentiful 

This poem is about: 
Me

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