Love is what I call the inexpressible
That pure feeling as gentle as a dove
The feeling that soars higher than an eagle
The same feeling that grows like a mustard seed
It sprout and can never be tamed
It's wings can never be lame
It's anger is gentle
It's Joy is overwhelming
It's peace like that of a gentle blowing breeze
It's meaning still unknown
Love is awesome
When given to the right person
Love turns to obsession
When it is being given to the rightful owner
It's force can move a mountain
It's blessings can mend a heart
It's courage can never be enclosed
It clouds the eye
It restores the soul
It brings tears to the eye
When someone you love is gone
What a feeling I'll love to have
But for some reasons I can't
I ask myself a question everyday
"Do I even have a heart?"
I find it hard to love, why?
I think it's hard to solve, why?
I think everything is deceit, why?
People say to me everyday,
"You're proud, stone-hearted and devilish"
"You find it hard to love because you never loved"
"You don't deserve to love cause you never loved"
Tell me how I would love
When I don't even know if I have a heart
I have a big riddle to solve
A riddle unknown to anyone
A riddle unknown to myself
A riddle known only by my future
I know not what the future holds for a heartless being
But I know I have a future.
[HEART MADE OF GLASS 💎]
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