Love and War
If I was a plant
It would be a cactus.
Pretty to look at
But painful to hold.
If I was a place
It would be Alaska.
Beautiful, majestic,
But decidedly cold.
For every action
There is a reaction.
Or maybe it's karma I'm told.
But without you to love me
I would have no reason
To still be here when I'm old.
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