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What Is Love?

Love

Loses its shine, like unpolished wood

 

Only lasts for as long as you feel it

Like butterflies in a case, bouncing against the walls

Eventually they must be set free

 

Varying in intensity

So uncertain, so if you do not feel it

Like yesterday

Then perhaps it was never love at all

 

Endless neurosis

Catching you off guard

When you think it is safe to breathe

 

Love

Loses its shine

Because the sun eventually stops shining