Love For some, love



For some, love is something that is grand and to be presented to the world

However, that isn't necessary

Love has no one true definition, for it's something that cannot be described

It's different for everybody

For me, love is simple yet complex

Love is finite

Spend the time laughing and loving

Screaming and fighting

Trying to whisper silently over the phone so as to not wake anyone

Love is finite

It is meant for two, not three or the world

For this reason, it must be keep it secret and keep it safe


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