Love is one word,
For a thousand meanings,
A million feelings.

It make us desperate,
Long for that which we can’t have,
It destroys us,
Annihilates us,
It makes us care,
And sad,
All at the same time.

So many versions of love,
So many ways to love.
There is destructive,
Beautiful love,
Butterflies in your stomach kind of love.

That is love.
While tragic.

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