Tricksy
What is love?
Some seed that doesn’t grow.
Some flower that doesn’t show.
Perhaps invisible arrows catch the wind
Perhaps life sees love but instead makes it a sin.
What is love?
Something that surrounds the mind.
Something that some of looking will never find.
Perhaps it’s all written in the stars.
Perhaps it beats deep within a heart.
But when love is here, when love is now.
No other sight, no other sound.
No other light, no other day.
None will matter either way.
Perhaps the trick is convincing it to stay.
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