If love is all we need,
then why are we all suffering?
Can we not find what we need
amoungst the cluttered masses?
Perhaps we do this to ourselves.
If we do find love,
we find some was to destroy it.
One of the persons involved
creates some reason to obliterate the other's heart.
Time after time the cycle continues
we love, we laugh, we hate, we cry.
Neverending and unrelenting
we go on and on.
The number of times we have been broken and put back together again must
have some drastic effect on us,
and yet we press on,
just to be broken one more time.
Love is so real,
perhaps too real for us to handle,
and so it breaks us and rebuilds us again.
 
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