Love
We think about it,
dream about it,
and lose sleep worrying about it.
When we don't have it,
we search for it,
and when we discover it,
we don't know what to do with it.
We fear losing it.
It is our source of pleasure & pain.
But we cant predict which it will be from one moment to the next.
It's a short word,
easy to spell,
difficult to define,
and impossible to live without.
by Michelle
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