'love' I am
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love is like a rose when your cut it bleeds like love could feel that pain.
Dark and cold
the days grow old.
But not my love
for it is gold.
I put pen to paper,
but the words do not flow.
For they are words I do not know.
My love is sweet.
What I am is perfection
What I am took me a while to love
I am what i love
What I am is victory
