By Styx   

Love. A word that means the world to some.
A word that in itself is a sentient being.
Love is alive, love is living.
If you say you know what love is, you are half wrong.
Humans can only understand love to a certain extent.
Love is massive and forever growing, like our universe.
That which we know is love is infinite, and we cannot
comprehend infinity, we have a basic idea of it,
not a full understanding. Love is infinite, and we
won't ever understand the full extent of love.

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