love: love is the thing that comes in your heart, it pecks it beak and thats just to start. it hangs around all day and night, waiting for its time to fight. it wrestles and struggles with every thought, of that one young babe that stole yo heart. It gets bored after awhile, so it nestles down with a playful smile. It awakes again in time of strife and you wish you could just take your life. but don't you do it, don't you dare. for when you get through it you will care. so don't forget that one little spark, that made it come in your heart.
-John Southard-
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