Love

Love lives behind blue eyes,
it’s laughter’s loud and strong.

Love seeks to be observed,
to know that it belongs.

Love hides from all the pain,
that it has had to face.

Love cries, then carries on,
but sorrow leaves its trace.

Love longs to be as one,
with those who are so dear.

Love dreams of how it was,
and quietly sheds a tear.

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