Poetry: LOVE

25 Apr

What I never saw as love

came and showed me love

All that I’ve labeled as love

came & didn’t stay, but called it love.


Love was there during a time

but now it is no more

It’s OK to say it’s love

If it was love once before?


Love should never be a passing by

Like there is no ending to the sky


If we’re in it, we’re there

unless we never are


Love, it does not expire

Love, only is or it isn’t.

It grows, never dies.


Love is, and then it takes you higher. *




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