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Feb 2015
One loves another.
Content with each other.
When contentment is lost,

The lovers soon part.

They speak of true love,
And they say it's easy to know.
I believe that it is.

But I don't think THEY know.

Sadness,
anger,
Results of this feeling.
But at the same time are dwarfed
By its true nature.

And the feeling, more often than not, misconstrued
Is VASTLY different.
And more often, is used.



For when lovers part, forget, and move on,
They "No longer love", for love, it was not

But often true love, is outside of the box.
With someone you love, you're content to just watch.

To see that their happy, will make YOU as well.
And their sadness and worry will prompt you to help,
Whatever they feel or do, it will seem
Is connected to you.
As if your one being.

It's not just for Lovers, and most often, is not.

But if your lucky enough, the love that you shared, means this much.
EMPstrike
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