Sometimes we love because something stirs in our heart
Something mysterious, captivating and beautiful
Sometimes we love to drive out the loneliness
For we are incomplete without each other
Sometimes we love without understanding our actions
Love can come naturally out of nowhere
Sometimes we love because there is nothing better to be done
Indeed what can be better than to love and be loved
Sometimes we love because of reasons unknown
But we love
It doesn’t matter why we love
As long as we love
I love this.
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Love this poem. It’s simple but has such meaning.
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beautiful
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Thank you.
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Great poem, Frank. The lines: “It doesn’t matter why we love – As long as we love” I couldn’t agree more!!
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Thank you, Tara, as always!
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Love is indeed something mysterious.
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The last two lines 👍
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