True feelings
To love,
It's a lot of things.
To love is to love.
It's to feel half,
It is to suffer.
To cry, to laugh.
It is to fight, then to forgive.
To love is to wait, to forget.
To love is to make your heart tremble.
Feeling pain, not because you were burned in a fire,
not because you fell, no, no,
it's another pain that leaves you breathless,
narrows your heart,
your soul doesn't know where it goes.
To love is sweet suffering
I tried love
I am afraid of losing it.
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