It was evening and I thought
I trusted my heart's stance.
As the enchanted moonlight sought
Both our entwined hands.
You started the conversation;
Starting with "I love you".
And with some hesitation,
I said I love you too.
Happiness makes you dumber;
It hides what is clearly seen.
I realized soon after
You cannot find true love at 17.
Our love planted its feet on the ground;
It was too weak to fly.
But safety made it feel like love was found,
Yet it didn't reach the sky.
Because love is soaring with untrimmed wings;
Love is catching each other as the wind sings.
Though we aren't foes, that much is true;
Saying I love you doesn't mean you really do.
- B
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All Love Lost
Poetry"Love is not lost after it is given. I have given love and it has stayed and they have been grateful for it. If I have removed pain in any way then I know that I have not loved for nothing."
