What is Love

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People claim to be in love,
But how do they know?
Do they rise everyday,
With a smile on their face?
Do they enjoy merry songs,
And embrace good times?

Do they take walks,
And have meaningful talks?
Do they rise,
To see the other's eyes?

Or do they just find comfort,
In knowing they're not alone?
Are they in love,
Just by shared hugs?

These are the questions I ask,
To answer my task.
I think I've found love,
But I'll never be sure.

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