POETRY: What is Love?

Love is creative,
It is versatile and beautiful.
It is blindness to a fault
And openness to a right.

Love is not fiction but fact.
It is not forged by appearance.
It is the compass
That guides the path of the lost.
And restores hope to the hopeless.

It gives a man purpose
And a cause to live for.
It is made stronger
When it is tried and tested.

It is solidified and beautified
When it journeys through fire.
It doesn't melt nor wilt
Under severe pressure
Cause it is formed from the heart
And not carved out by appearance.

Love is a beautiful stream

That can only be
Contaminated by lustful desires.
Love is sacrifice and respect.

It is worth holding your breath for

It worth's losing your breath over

It helps us not to fall apart.

Love is life,

Love is death,

Love is endless,

Love is restless,

Love is everything.

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