I cannot be debonair, because there is no romance with out you
I be silent, but not strong
More dark, less handsome
A knight, without the shine
Love is to sacrifice joyously, to hurt willingly, to yearn knowingly, to live selflessly,
all for but a shadow of a kiss.
I cannot be passion, for there is no flesh with out you,
A lover listless
A poet voiceless
A minstrel out of tune
Love is to nurture ones self, as the other, and the pair as a whole.
Love, is a state of being, not a feeling, not a goal
Love, is, if you know it, when you know it, if you accept it, if you fight for it,
if you choose it, if you lose it, worth it.
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