Love is patient, love is kind
But what exactly is love
When it is only used entwined with words full of nothing but impossibilities
From surreal to fantasies
There’s a lot of hope and maybe’s and dreams that I wish could last forever
When good memories get blown away into the willows
And there’s nothing left to remember but silent nights and wet pillows
When it cannot stand alone
And can never be allowed to escape alongside each breathtaking moan
When it cannot touch or feel
While desire rises, the mind is forced to conceal
When we search in places high and low, far and wide
For a definition that would never be understood
Tell me once again
What exactly is love if it destroys you faster than any single emotion could
Love,
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Akunna Ezekwem 