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Love

Love - what is it?
It is the wind which blows away your senses,
The storm which destroys your mind.
Like an army, it occupies you against your will;
Like an illness, it overwhelms you, and there is no cure.

And yet....and yet...

Despite the pain of love:
Poets glorify love,
Young men die for love,
Young girls dream of love.
Why? Could it be because we are in love with love?
Written by Astyanax (Ceejay)
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