Truth


A loveless world is an ugly place.
The kind I do not which to face.
But, what exactly is the act of love?
Feeling? Action? OR Bestowed from above?
There is no way to know love is true.
Yet, trust in it... ...most of us do.
The most proof I have that love exists,
Is the hate I know because of it!

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Key Words : Love, hate, loveless, ugly, trust, truth, exists

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