What is this thing called Love?A Poem by andrew mitchell
What is love
that comes and goes, is hot then cold that portrays the image of love forever after, and all that glitters must be gold? What is love that leaves us in the lurch? Yes! Love the bringing together of two hearts only to have one lanced by the spear of one, seven deadly sins dividing the two. What is this thing called love that clouds the senses only to leave us on a clear day where the mind wakes up from the carnage to find the heart has played on its euphoric impulses?
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2 Reviews Added on October 24, 2020 Last Updated on October 24, 2020 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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