What is this thing we call love? Was it placed in the heart from some one above? Did it come with our soul when we entered this place? Is it shown with a smile or tear on our face? Or like can see that we have to nurture. Through the years, we give it our warmth and water with our tears. The love grows, we come dreamers and fools. For the ones who have no love and play with different rules, but we can carry on.
We Have no choice, unable to deny our inner voice. Some find wisdom and some build walls. Some give up waiting for the call. If we follow our path, which is pure and true. Someday you'll find me, and I'll find you with no more to be asked. And our spirits have free. We will know love for it, find You & Me.
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