Question Love How do you know it's love? Is it the first kiss, the first dance, first glance? How do you know it's love? Is it the things she says, the things the does, or for what she was? How do you know it's love? Is it the way she makes you feel, the way she makes smile, does it take while? How do you know it's love? Is it there all the time, there in your heart, or only in your mind? How do you know it's love? Is it the commitment that's in store, from the love that was made, an infant's life to be paid. How do you know it's love? Is it the arguments involved, the fights that took place, anger on your face. How do you know it's love? Is it the pain that was given, the hatred that was laid, dirty games that were played. How do you know it's love? Did you love till the end? Question love my friend.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this one day because, I had been betrayed by love, and the person i thought loved.
Birth sign: Libra
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