Love |
| by Pastel Cowgirl |
Such a simple four letter word!
Yet so complicated in its meaning.
It can be all encompassing,
Just on the verge of reality.
It can build up,
And bring new meaning to life.
It can take away the very breath we breath.
Love can give birth to other words, Hope, Trust, Belief.
In the wrong hands,
It can alter their very effect, Trample them down.
Love can destroy.
It seems to me
That love is the clay,
And we the potters
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