Love is not lost, nor is it found.
Love is eternal, but yet it is bound
around the hearts of those whose souls
flit and flee to fill the holes
of molds made of depth
which we fill with the breaths
of wonder and pride
for those whom we take strides
to protect and not hurt,
furtively assessing the worth
of love that surrounds
us that is not lost, nor is it found.

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