what is love ?

Why does it break?
does he love me
if he beats me up all night ?
Yet in the morning , he calls me darling, my love..
Love heals , love builds
But why , why am I left broken
Scattered into pieces
Yet he still loves me ?
I wanna know what is love ?

This question has been running in my head , for decades and decades

But as I open my precious eyes
I perceive Love
As this most beautiful and innocent thing

To me :

Love is like a butterfly..
Trapped in a worm's body
But it Breaks free , into this beautiful and Magnificent creature
Love removes the burden
It makes the pain go away
Loves makes you beautiful

But Love always leaves a mark.

Yes and yes
Love always leaves a mark
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