By Bjergar

Love, what is love?
Man will never define THE four letter word,
incomprehensible, and unfathomable,
this word of imagination.

But I know love, yes I do.
This heart of mine,
throbbing with passion for life,
for that love.

A flick of the wrist,
and in my breast I feel pain,
burning sensations never dying,
plunging deeper into my chest of emotions.

Good bye forever,
to this heart of gold.

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