What is Love?

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What is love?                                                                                                                                                                 

Does anyone person know?

Or is it learned

Perhaps even earned

 To know it in the truest form

Love expands more than Romance

Mabey we all learn 

Love at a young age

Love for friends

Love of Family

But by and by

The worlds' view

Gets in the way

Twisting love 

Into romantic fate

I suppose to know love

It takes two

You and someone

Love can grow

As the days go on

Love is eternal

So the time has no grasp

Of love and its the purest form

We might not know real love

In our mortal form

Only understanding a fraction

Of its eternal form

We love

In many ways

I think it is instinct

I think I was wrong

It is not all learned

Never earned

To love is natural

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