Olivia Mattingly

December 10, 2011
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What is Love?
Love is not bought nor forced.
Love can break and burn.
It is sweet,
It is sour.
It can not be won,
Only lost.
Without it we are nothing.
With it we feel.
Love is not a choice.
It is fate.
Love is like the trunk of tree.
No matter where the branches may fall,
The base stays firm and strong.
Love is a spot in the heart,
A part of the mind,
And a feeling of the spirit.
Love is the root of life,
Without it, we are not whole.
It is not easy, yet natural.
It is a glorious gift,
That simply defines who we are.

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