LOVE
It was once only a word
It had a definition but no real meaning to me
I thought I would never understand it truly
I would see my friends say it, express it
But I was an outsider,believing I would never understand
A mystery, an onmigna to me, just a word
Then one special day I was awakened
I started to understand it all at once
I thought it to be slow but I was quite wrong
It grew so fast, at first I was a little scared
This simple word became so much more
How did I live before without it, I do not know
All I know is that it is the most wonderful thing
And I am so happy, It took a hold of me
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