What is love, But an opportunity For one to grow, and share What's in their heart and mind. What is love, But a beginning, Not an end, in life, And a chance for two to be one. What is love But the essence of life, A force unquestioned, Yet has gone unanswered. What is love? It is neither you nor I But a passionate desire, A passionate want of another That forever burns us inside.
Reason for writing:
trying to define what love is!Birth sign: Not entered
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