Defining Love

Is it really anything?
Anything at all?
How do you know,
When you finally fall?

Is it nothing?
Nothing to mention?
Just some silly
Human invention?

Or is it everything?
The meaning of existence?
The reason your heart beats
With such insistence?

Love is an answer,
But also a question,
More often then not,
Love becomes a suggestion.

The End

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