By Colten Ellis
Love comes in all forms
It comes at random
There's no choosing
The people you love
You only choose to
Either accept or deny
The love that comes
You can't choose
The form it comes in
Only the outcome
That comes from it
Don't hold it back
But set it free
Love is an eagle
The more it's withheld
The worse it gets
The more freedom it has
The more beautiful
It becomes
So let it soar
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