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?Love? And what is love? It's a Rubik's Cube, For figuring out it's puzzle, to caress, to dandle, A thing of solitary understanding and magnitude, Twisting, turning, learning with every handle. Silly fools, trying to conquer, to question learning experiences of a "first love", No reason why it brings such agonies, yawning, growing tired in it's old ways. Such a strong word to be thrown at the mind, thoughtless, sometimes devine, Melting hearts broken to be compared with the reproductive growth of weeds. Making men and women pledge their soul to the meadows of a linked whole. Happiness, with occassional knotty problems, ironed out by true love in the wrinkled darkness guided by light. |
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