Love

Love is a dream 

We all like to see. 

Love is a sorrow 

We all to follow. 

Love is a task 

We can’t all do. 

Love is a day 

Gone too far but not true.

Love is a sigh

In everyone’s eye. 

Love is a mystery 

Told in our history. 

Love is the day

When we forgive more

When we forget less

When we ask nothing

And give everything

It is the minute

Whole become incomplete 

And incomplete becomes whole

It is madness 

It is craziness

It is not anywhere

It is yet everywhere

Morning, evening and night

It is the thing to fright

I know love is great 

But some of us are always solace. 

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