Love is. poem

I am not afraid to say that love always

finds a way

love is a painful thing feeling and caring

for some one else

taking upon yourself there pain,

not every one can love

so deep it hurts

and if they can not love until it hurts

they can not deeply enjoy

peace and happiness as they should,

lust is some times mistaken

for love

a completely different kind of love,

a selfish love

real love is never selfish, we never want

to hurt some one we really love,

we feel for them, help them

we have to love to be able to hate and to be

able to know joy, Just as we need evil

for there to be good.


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