What Love Is
I hate when people say this,
that love finds you.
For that love is not a ghost,
nor can it go on to a person.
Love is more like a plant.
It grows, with every tear drop,
and everything that the person is,
and who they really are.
For my love is that.
When I first met,
it was not love at first sight.
But it grew, before I knew it.
Even though love can not be broken easy,
Nor at times it can't be burned,
True love tests time itself.
For this is what I will do.
Even though right now,
I'm powerless with all of this happening.
The One above is watching,
and knows all.
So I will wait and see,
If my Love dies out,
without my Love,
I will move on.
But if its still strong,
then when the times right,
He will be there,
and make two, one.
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