My "Stange" Love
Author: Robin
Filed in: love, pain, openness, definitionWhat is my definition of love?
Love is flowers and candy filling the room.
Maybe it is sitting in the park watching doves,
Or some may think it's impending doom.
Some may think love comes from up high,
And some think love comes from down low.
Some think that love takes them high in the sky,
And some think love allows them to grow.
Well I think love cannot be achieved without pain,
And that flowers and candy are not what I crave.
That sometimes he can make me stand in the rain,
And occasionally make me his love starved slave.
My strange love may be be different from yours,
But an open mind creates open doors.
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