It’s the hardest thing to find but the quickest thing to say.
It’s said so the other person won’t stray.
It finds you when you don’t want it.
People take one day out the year to show it off.
Because of the lack of it our chemical balance retards.
Most will say it doesn’t exist.
Some say it will never return.
Few give it away.
Less make it possible to earn.
It can burn it can heal.
Time passes outlasts and recalls feelings.
Wards off demons and cures the soul.
Saves lives and opens eyes.
Think of what it can be.
By the time it reach you.
It’s peak everlasting happiness and life it will reap.
©2013
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12 Tuesday Feb 2013
Posted Poetry, Spoken Word
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