What is Love?

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What is love?

A question I must ask,

For obviously It's not everlasting,

Even behind my mask.

 

Is this love?

I haven't a clue.

It makes me happy, feels right,

but feels a little wrong, too.

 

It's wrong,

Only because she's not you.

But I can get over that,

I always do.

 

What is love?

Not pure, not holy, not right.

It seems to be a curse.

Of which I'm doomed to fight.

 

So this I say to you,

 believe in what you want.

Love is a curse,

And lost, have those who faught.

Author's Note

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