To which we plunder on love., by Firemuffin
Love what is that of love can be?
Love is hard.
Yet love is kind.
In our yet darkest hours upon hatred and despite anger..
Love is there.
Yet love if not for that of a simpler word love is that of
Love can be deadly and tear any man apart.
Love can also lift, and rejoice the things we've earned.
So to which I shalt ask again love what can it be?
|Posted: 2018-01-06 01:30:02 UTC|
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