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Love

There are many kinds of love

Your love is like a constricting vine

Nice at first,

But choking when your true colors shine

A decoration to begin with

But a cause of death at the finish

When you cannot help but be unfair to me ,

I start to wonder if what you had for me was really love at all

When my pain runs deep at your touch and your eyes look on in amusement

What is there left to do ?

When you have me where you want me, set in your trap,

Where can I go to escape you?

Is what you have for me love?

Or is it a passing emotion that I am desperate to have ?

When my tears run thick against my cheek and my love for you never dies,

Will my fire burn out at your lack of reciprocation?

Or will it easily become another emotion that can pass over day by day?

Love

Love is meant to be mysterious, hard to reach

And even more difficult to decipher

But if the feeling that traps you and chokes you, can make you okay again,

It can run the feelings of being unwanted away and it can make you feel on top of the world

Euphoric is what it feels like

And magnificent it will stay

Love

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