Who knows about love,
Who can tell they've felt it,
If only I had met Elizabeth Bennett,
Or maybe Shakespeare,
Then I'd tell you.

Does it make you calm,
Or drive you to insanity,
Maybe despair,
Tell me Romeo.

Does it make you reckless,
Not think your actions,
Or maybe jealous and angry
Wish I could ask Heathcliff.

They tell me its consuming,
Its convincing,
Fulfilling too,
Resurrecting maybe,
Someone tell me,
Tell me its not all fictional.


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