advising love up off the edge. encouraging love another glass of wine, and with ill temper, love responds to the wayside of hope on the borderline of peace. domesticating love and locking it up. love with it's wild eyes will beat you up and throw you away, so be cautious of how the envelope slides under love's door presenting it with a fireball of emotions that will surely burn you to a crisp. lusting hearts and a pint of coffee, love is in the air, in the streets, in your eyes and in mine. lovely ideas harsh with the certainty of love, and they say it is better to have loved and loss then to have never of loved at all.. but love, i'd prefer to have never met your serpents tongue and eager hands, i would have liked to have never of heard love's laugh because now it is a secret soundtrack i long to hear again. uplifting as it pulling you down to the roots, swaying your mind in an odd fashion as if to conduct a flow of actuality, but love.. can it be measured, can it be defined.. is love actually?
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