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What is love that it could inspire people Wake in the morning with a sweet smile And lay in bed at night dreamy-eyed It gives such a hard drive to go beyond one's limits Soar to higher heights All just to show and prove such love It makes one dive deeper into understanding To give beyond the usual bounds Be braver than the newly annointed knight Though ****** wont give up the fight 'Till it seems like death could give more life But then, what is love that it could hurt much Once innocence is broken, it could taint one's soul Then pain, misery, despair, all these.. Will be surely known Revenge will always be bitter-sweet Like forcing poison to another's mouth with one's own lips The ranging fury inside is easily embraced Anger, hatred, turning into evil is a bliss One descends into hell without dying Life is gradually escaping, though still breathing And then death, death is not even enough And so, what is love truly? Ahhhh, i can hardly tell.. Perhaps, a double-edged blade.. Or a two-sided coin?.. But it will always be a Mystery.
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 4:34 AM UTC
What is Love?
What is love that it could inspire people Wake in the morning with a sweet smile And lay in bed at night dreamy-eyed It gives such a hard drive to go beyond one's limits Soar to higher heights All just to show and prove such love It makes one dive deeper into understanding To give beyond the usual bounds Be braver than the newly annointed knight Though ****** wont give up the fight 'Till it seems like death could give more life But then, what is love that it could hurt much Once innocence is broken, it could taint one's soul Then pain, misery, despair, all these.. Will be surely known Revenge will always be bitter-sweet Like forcing poison to another's mouth with one's own lips The ranging fury inside is easily embraced Anger, hatred, turning into evil is a bliss One descends into hell without dying Life is gradually escaping, though still breathing And then death, death is not even enough And so, what is love truly? Ahhhh, i can hardly tell.. Perhaps, a double-edged blade.. Or a two-sided coin?.. But it will always be a Mystery.
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 4:34 AM UTC
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