My Love
What is Love?
Is it frisky solidarity?
Causing a blissful, undaunted grogginess,
and a virtual riot of intense emotion?
How do you begin to describe something so preeminent, something so pure?
Not wrought in ire, pompousness, nor finickiness
Not an ugly excuse for premature gestation.
What it must be like to concede so completely
To a human being, to trust with all your heart, and love with all your soul.
To make a complete caricature out of those who know nothing of love.
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My Love, which
was posted on Feb 8, 2012 by
totalbroknhalo.
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"This is actually just one of my English assignments that my friend convinced me ..."
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Free Verse, Love / Romance
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