Love. What a fucking great word.
What is the love?
How many have wondered this thing
And how many have not found a decent answer.
It's subjective. Okay, that's okay.
It's something you can't explain. Okay, it can't be.
Don't take me for frustrated, I'm not.
And this is not a dissing on love,
because believe me, I love love.
But I'll tell you mine about it.
You know that moment when boredom is immense
The desire to bury yourself is even bigger
You go out because otherwise at home you only listen to the TV
On a random program, because otherwise
Silence is a pain in the ass.
Well, that moment you go out, you walk a little
Maybe you should stop for ice cream.
And there's that warm breeze at the end of April
And close your eyes. And breathe. And smile.
Well, love is that breeze of late April
That you didn't want to feel on your skin
But that makes you feel damn good.
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