Love isn’t silhouette that visible yet actually doesn’t exist.
Love isn’t ball of soccer that chased hardly, yet thrown away after gotten.
Love isn’t a gravity phenomenon, then we call it “fallen in love”.
Love isn’t feeling, so we can call it “I feel it”.
Love isn’t spear, it doesn’t pierce.
Love isn’t ...
Love is Love. It is strong.
It is seen and exist.
It is chased then kept till death. It comes and stays.
It doesn’t make you fall. It grows you.
It is committment. Not Feeling.
It is committment. Not Feeling.
It doesn’t pierce, though it’s sharp.
Love is Love. True love. I found one.
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