Love is a double-edged sword,
A figureless carousel of dreams and hopes and broken glass.
A piano missing all the keys, and yet,
Singing a melody of tears.
Love is a great, big, thump!
Right in the center of your chest,
That swoons you left to right in embarrassment.
And,
Love,
Is a mysterious figure,
On a Sunday afternoon,
Who brushes his hair back with two fingers and says,
I love you.
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