Love

An indescribeable word.
A myth that lives on through small children.
Feeling of weakness that leaves us vulnerable.
The missing piece to my life.
A void that can't be fixed by one person but can be caused by that one person.
A sensation that makes us all crazy.
The last hope that we have to fix all world problems.
A gift that is passed down from mother to duaghter and father to son.
A blazing sun of heat that makes our days go on.
The ;ast discussion we talked about before you left me.

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