Love is a hard thing to understand,
Do we realize our love towards others,
By looking at others?
Do we show our actions of love,
And then witness others acting the same,
Realizing what love really means?
Is there really such a thing of love,
Or just a misunderstood feeling of something quite similar,
wasting away inside us, taking the mask of love.
Is love something we make up,
Because in love, two become one,
And secretly we are deathly afraid of being alone?
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