Nothing really.A Poem by But,itis,theend
Love is an idea. There are no rules in its construct. In no way is it static and ever well defined. There are 57 billion ways to love. And somehow in the end
They are all the same. It is a choice. Do not Let it run the show. © 2016 But,itis,theend |
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