Love

To me, there is no definition…
except that in the end,
it always hurts.

 

Written in 1983

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2 thoughts on “Love

  1. You are such an interesting person. I imagine there is some truth to this, but as far as I can tell there is hurt in the beginning, middle, and I guess for many the end too. My end to “Love” hasn't come, so I guess I will have to wait and see. I like how you say “there is no definition” so true. Tommy G.

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