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Mar 2014
They call it, heartbreaking.
They call it, joyful.
They call, it heartaching.
They call, it sickening.

It requires you to seek attention.
Which you try to keep secret without mentioning it.

They call it, blissful.
They call it, blessful.
They call it, trustful.

Once you locate that special someone to give your trust too.
The one, you'll forever wants to be connected too.

They call it, wonderful.
They say, it's beautiful.
They say, it last forever.

If you remain true and faithful.
But , of all the things , they call it.
They call it love.

To some it's peaceful.
To others, it's trouble.
Still, they call it love.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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