Love is cold,
And sometimes harsh.
Love is effortless,
like springtime in March.
Love is tiring,
And wears you away.
Love is precious,
Or so they say.
Love is different,
For everyone else.
Love is in your heart,
Beating with every pulse.
Love is cruel,
Breaking young hearts.
We learn to love,
And thats how it starts.
this is dedicated to my love
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