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What is love?


What is love?
Is there such a thing as true love?
For I am no longer sure
I live my life day in and out in a daze
I am drawn between two forces ,
Very strong forces.
I think I’m going toward the right force,
When the other pulls me right back.
They pull very hard,
One on my right,
The other on my left.
Me?
Well, they have me tied.
They have their ropes tied around my wrists.
Pulling, pulling, pulling
So hard I’m scared I may break.
I wish one rope would break, It’d be so much easier
But no. They hold strong and true to their owners.
I struggle and fight, not sure what to do.
I am scared to take new chances, worried I may hurt the ones I love.
So what is true love I ask?
For I may never know,
Oh no,
One rope broke
My right one
I hope it was the right one.
I fall to my left
And land in the arms of my chosen one.
I look up and smile nervously
I try to calm myself down
He smiles and I smile back,
But still deep down I wonder if I made the right choice,
But another part of me is happy with my choice
I still wonder what it would be like if the left broke instead of the right.
And fall into the others arms.