Ah,the thing we call love
That effortless leader of lies
And misfortune
Sending mortals into deep distruction.

Lies cause pride in oneself
Leading to missing the attention
Missing the one who once held you strongly in their arms
Swearing to never let you go.

But the love faded
As quickly as it came
Leaving traces of hatred.

Love,
being something we cannot construe
Wishing love
to grasp in our fingers
But knowing love no longer lingers.

We must now make our volition
Taking every chance into consideration

This is my recommendation
Leave love in the past
Do not make it a strain in the future.

When love has its lies put aside
That is when your day shall arrive.

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