Love is a tricky thing. It is sad, it is happy. Love is nowhere and everywhere. Love can be the deepest pain and the greatest elation. A child needs love to grow up whole. A sickly person needs love to come through. Without love the world could not turn. Hatred crushes love but love is strong. In my deepest thoughts and darkest hours I’ve felt love leave me. I’ve fallen down a pit of hatred where love has no place and insanity rules. Climbing out, is possible with one tool and one tool only, the hands of love. Love knows no boundaries. Love is white, love is black. Love is happy and love is troubled. Love is patient and fast. Love is young and love is older than the hills. Love is gay and straight, small and large, smart and artistic. Love can blind and love c an open up your eyes. Love is real. Love is a verb. Love is. This I believe.
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