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Author: jenifer ayrs
Fiction Rated: T - English - Poetry/Poetry - Reviews: 2 - Published: 12-16-05 - Updated: 12-16-05 - id:2070522

Sometimes Love

Love is so unbelievable,

That sometimes when it happens

You can’t quite believe it

Until you don’t believe it’s real.

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Love is so highly related,

That sometimes when you have it

You’re unsure if you feel it

Until you think it’s overrated after all.

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Love is such a wonderful thing,

That sometimes you don’t believe

That something so wonderful could happen,

And certainly not to you.

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Love is such a miracle,

And sometimes you don’t believe

That such a miracle could happen twice

So you disbelieve even more.

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Love is so forever,

And sometimes the prospect of ‘forever’,

Of this eternal bond together,

Can scare even the bravest of souls.

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Love can be so unexpected

That sometimes even when you see it

You don’t at first believe it

And you don’t expect it’s happened at all.

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Love is never being alone,

And sometimes if you’re used to loneliness,

If you’ve bleakly thought you’d never find someone,

Then when you do you still feel on your own.

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Love can happen so fast,

That sometimes you expect it to grow,

And when it doesn’t you feel disappointed,

Like it hasn’t become all that it could be.

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Love can sneak up on you,

And it can be so slow

That you don’t realise how deep it goes

And end up dismissing it altogether.

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Love is so confusing

That sometimes that’s the only certainty,

But what we don’t understand can scare us

And what scares us can scare us away.

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Love is so rare,

So if you have it,

No matter how confusing it gets,

Don’t give up on love.

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Love can be so many things,

It can be scary and unsure,

Sometimes this, and sometimes that,

But sometimes, it’s just love.



© Copyright 2005 jenifer ayrs (FictionPress ID:433188).


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