What Is Love?

What is Love?
Is a Infirmity in which everyone craves?
What foolish people
Is it a feeling in which no one can conquer
I think so
I think it’s a sickness that nobody can explain
Love is like a tree
At one point in your life it will die out
It’s only a temporary thing
Unless you find the cure
That one person to give it meaning
They will be your cure
And may your sickness cease to exist





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