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I believe that the world has a power One that may be shared Through the knowledge and possession Of Love It seems that only some may obtain such a power As Love And even fewer, the knowledge to obtain it Loves takes the power of not one, but two hearts The complete paramountcy  over two souls Some endeavor to find ways around such sovereignty To the miscalculation of their true proprietorship They do not posses this mystical innervation They are merely yet another of the most. naive. "I may not be smart But I know what love is" It is heartbreaking Some spend their lifespan in a lie They believe a little hard work Will cut them some slack We have known for centuries Of its true existence And in days of old They had no media To forge the name of love Love corrupts Those who are possessed Those who forged Are plainly destructed They conjecture that their efforts Will compensate for the lack of connection A castigation is placed A sad tale is repeated No love exists As such that I have You will know When you can argue with such a statement
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Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 9:19 PM UTC
True Love
I believe that the world has a power One that may be shared Through the knowledge and possession Of Love It seems that only some may obtain such a power As Love And even fewer, the knowledge to obtain it Loves takes the power of not one, but two hearts The complete paramountcy  over two souls Some endeavor to find ways around such sovereignty To the miscalculation of their true proprietorship They do not posses this mystical innervation They are merely yet another of the most. naive. "I may not be smart But I know what love is" It is heartbreaking Some spend their lifespan in a lie They believe a little hard work Will cut them some slack We have known for centuries Of its true existence And in days of old They had no media To forge the name of love Love corrupts Those who are possessed Those who forged Are plainly destructed They conjecture that their efforts Will compensate for the lack of connection A castigation is placed A sad tale is repeated No love exists As such that I have You will know When you can argue with such a statement
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Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 9:19 PM UTC
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