What is love?
Is it that warm feeling you get inside your heart?
A close friendship you have to another?
That need to always be with them?
Is that all love is?
How can you know what love is?
When you use it so recklessly,
Falling in and out of love,
Like it is simply a tiny part of your social life,
With no important meaning or value,
Shouldn’t love be cherished?
How can you say you're in love with someone?
When you don't even understand the word?
This poem flowed into my head from no where today, and i felt like i had to write it down. I've never fallen in love and i don't date, so it's my view of how i see things from watching other people or what they tell me...
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