Love is sometimes young, sometimes old,
Yet it never ages.
Although love is always constant,
It can grow, it can fall.

To the heart love makes breaks and tears.
A bandage, it repairs.
Love does not give birth to any hate,
But disputes it can create.

Love has no real definition.
It's not alive; it lives.
It cannot be described or explained.
To and with all it gives.
 
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