As I lay here quietly thinking
of how true love should be,
If we only took the time out
to open our eyes and see.
That the love we share so strong
deep down inside our hearts,
will never lead us wrong
nor boldly tear us apart.
For it will blossom as a seed
that turns into a flower,
that is helped by rain and sun
during each passing hour.
And as that flower began to grow
It gets more beautiful everyday,
like 2 people that are in love
and having fun along the way.
But after that flower has grown
one day it must also die,
like love when its over
and all you can do is cry.

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My poem speaks on real true love and how people actually doesn't know the real meaning of it.