My Love

This is actually just one of my English assignments that my friend convinced me to put on protagonize

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.

The End

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