Love is What?
Unpredictable, Shocking, and eternal
A feeling everyone wants and nobody understands.
A warmer hand slipping into yours, holding onto forever.
Love makes your heart race till you've reached the finish line.
Love urges your mind to whisper back sweet memories.
It's one of a kind, unique and untouchable
Like a single rose in a bush of thorns.
But sometimes the thorns prick you
And your heart stops running
And you don't want to remember
Your ready to throw it away like a bad report card
Because love slipped through your fingers and there's nothing to hold onto.
But don't give up on love, for it is like a rose
It grows into something beautiful.
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