Is It Real....?
Can I touch, taste, see, smell, or hear, this so called love?
Or do my senses, deny me, the facts of what reality signifies
It seems materialistic, but only to be embraced by emotions
Can an individual really be ready for such complex devotion?
For one to give their all, in search for the same equality
Pour their hearts and souls into this pit of equavilent exchange
The notion of honor, and faithfulness, spoiled unto do parts
For foul acts, splits a whole beat, sadly into two hearts
Does it bleed when injuired, or when foriegn seek hospitality?
Why does it burries itself to find shelter when abandon?
To once be clear, and then oddly complicate itself emensely
Then to bear a harder shell, however to float light but densely
I understand that it's only an idea, but why implicate it physically?
Changes the most cruel of men, and stone spirited of females
I see it's not a person, but questions honestly reveal........
............If it can't be touched, tasted, seen, heard or smelt.....
..................can it possibly be real......?
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