Who is love?

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Truth to be told, I again sat down

With same thoughts going round and round

Why does the moth die in the flame?

Either love so real or merely a game.

As the flame gets high it sparkles something within,

In the heart of the moth, that never win.   
    
But the trust remain ever alike in that soul

That watches the light with the eyes so pure.

It's always the same, love burns you

But you still chases it with the promise it due

It seems unreal to me, why would someone kill

Themselves, just to see their heart getting filled.

How can you fill your heart with your death?

They say there is magic in lover's breath.

It hold you captivated with it's wary smile.  
 
And forever you go holding from a while

Love, well, turn you insane if you are sane

Perhaps vice versa sometimes again

You will cry and die because of love

Still not blame it for what it does. 
          
I never understood what they meant

To me, I said, it was just a rant.

They never replied, the lover, just smiled.   
  
Just go and live your life for awhile.

Until you meet this flame we told

Let's see how it comes to you, behold.
         
Just wait until love will suck sanity from you

And you wouldn't do anything but smile like a fool.

-Andromeda

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