That Thing We Call Love

Is fleeting, is flighty
Is forever, is mighty
Is calming, is exciting
Is grounding, is intoxicating

Makes you smirk, makes you cry
Makes you gasp, makes you sigh
Makes you swoon, makes you cling,
Makes you glide, makes you sing

Makes you weak, makes you strong
Makes you cheat, makes you go wrong
Makes you laugh, makes you scream,
Makes you still, makes you dream

Full of generosity, mixed with desperation
Full of passion, mixed with affection
Full of kisses, mixed with hugs
Full of hopes, mixed with shrugs

Craved by all, trusted by none
Indulged in many, complete with one
Elusive to few, baffling for some
Easy to lose, difficult to come

Filled with warmth, riddled with fear
Resides in smiles, gets stronger in tears
Found when not looking, hides otherwise
Lives within us, is sought outside

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good one!

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