What is Love?
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Love is a strange thing
It is not perfect
Nor is it elegant,
As many seem to believe
Love is often borne of hate
Or it is borne through friendship
han·a·ha·ki
/häˈnôhäkē/
noun
a mythological japanese disease caused by unrequited Love and/or a broken heart that causes the diseased to cough up or urp flowers
You would know when you understand.
And you would understand when you feel it,
If It’s the real kind of love,
The love that gives you freedom,
I entered the world helpless and vulnerable
You held me in your arms, assuring me that everything was going to be ok
You taught me what it meant to be loved from the very moment I was born
okay, so maybe I'm not the most experienced gal,
and I'm probably going about this all wrong.
You see, when you say my name you make it sound pretty
not like a curse, or burden like he did.
They say it's easy to fall in love with your best friend,
Honestly they don't have a clue.
I long for just the touch of your fingers gliding across my face and tracing my arms.
Love reminds me of when I almost died in church, but fate saved my life
Rescuing me from the sweet noose of a mint ball
Love does not hurt
unless mixed with selfishness
