Love, a poem

Love is so easy

To be spoken as a word

But it has always been too difficult

To understand this feeling of love.

It gives you butterflies,

And sometimes the entire zoo

It heals your wounds;

And repairs your soul

Love makes you understand

That it’s okay to sacrifice things

Because without giving,

There can never be taking.

Being in love isn’t always like being in a fairy-tale

Because you maybe a princess,

But he is definitely not your prince.

He will leave you one fine day,

And you’ve still got to be okay.

Love seamlessly and unconditionally;

Not him, but yourself.

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