Love

 Love

What is love really?

Part lust, part trust, part pain...

Love is like... a posinous flower.

Beautiful from afar, deadly when near.

It'll suck you dry, it'll laugh while you cry,

it'll hold you up in your darkest times.

Love is the center of all our pain,

Whether lack of love, too much love,

it all ends the same.

Some us say love heals,

Some of us say love steals,

All of us say love is real.

Is love conditional?

Sometimes yes, sometimes no.

Is love material?

Sometimes yes, sometimes no.

Everyone needs a bit of love,

Most of us take a lot of lust,

Thinking it is really love,

Thinking lust is a must,

Though lust is what breaks trust,

Yet trust is what builds love,

and love is often mistaken for lust.

So I ask you again,

What is love really?

Does anyone know?

And if so, how do you know?

Are you perhaps speaking from experience?

From past loves, or present tense?

And if you could explain love,

How do you know that the one,

The one word used to describe it,

Is used by everyone who's afflicted by it?

And if you could possible describe,

the warm glowing touch, the tingling in your spine,

How would one do so?

How would one make it clear?

How do you describe what you hold so dear?

And is love a strong word?

As strong as hate?

It's thrown around like it's nothing,

until it's too late.

And if love ends,

Was it really love?

And if you love again,

How can you tell between the two loves?

And say you love a third time,

What then, what then?

Could you tell between real and pretend?

Can anyone rally know

What it's like to be loved?

Or, how to let it grow?

To let it grow, into perhaps something more,

Let it grow,

Untill there's no room for more

Pain, only love, only truth,

Is there such a thing as a deal you can't refuse?

For love without pain,

Isn't really love at all.

Love without pain,

Is a tale way too tall.

Love is about sacrifice,

Love is about whether you are WILLING to love,

not only to BE loved.

It's easy to take the gratitude,

the compliments, the care.

It's harder to love someone,

Even if they're just standing there.

It's hard to open up,

Especially if inside you're all torn up,

It's even harder when you dont even trust...

But it gets easier, if the love's real love.

So how can you tell?

Remember we said lust kills trust,

so if you can trust,

you can love.

And if you can love,

You can most certainly BE loved.

The question is, is it enough?

Is it enough to just be loved?

Or do you have to be really IN love?

Because loving isn't the same,

as being in love, though they both include pain.

One can't describe how it feels to know,

You love your soulamte, and they love you so.

So you must open up, in order to find,

What you're looking for, sometimes it takes time,

In the end, all you'll have is

LOVE.

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