What Is Love
Love.
Love never found.
Love never given and never had.
When will I love.
And who?
Myself?
Will I love myself.
Must I love myself to love you.
Will the morning dew always be there when you wake.
Will the sun always shine when the rain has dried.
Should love be so simple.
Is it that simple?
Am I walking aimlessly, blind to what is right in front of me.
Or am I?
Is love all I have,
or is it all I haven't yet found.
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