Love

It starts with a spark, filled with doubt
But only realize it when it's no longer there
You feel a part of you missing, like a puzzle with a lost piece
Your peace eludes you until the piece it found

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Love happens anywhere, usual the least expected
Its first a spark, then a flame
It burns so strongly that even the ocean can't quench
And sometimes gives purpose to the lost

Love is not the sworn oath whispered in the shadow of the darks
Nor the grand gestures
But the quiet current that runs beneath the noises
It's the braided tapestry of laughter, of strength, and of tears