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love is a face,

when clumsy,

seen full of grace.

 

love is an hour,

passed over on a regular day,

lasts but minutes left longing to stay.

 

love is talking,

when theres nothing to talk about,

love is singing,

busting your gut out.

love is a mafia,

sending out thier bloak,

love is poetry,

in a world of jokes,

 

love is a fire,

burning thru hearts,

paves way for desire.

 

love is a bad day,

but putting on a brave face,

letting all the pain go away.

 

lets mend a heart,

heres the thread,

its my blood that runs down,

crimson red.

pull it thru and stich it,

mend it here today,

i need to ask you one question,

can you lead the way?

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[Galyen]

ok ill help u dork