The love is life, the love is death.
It gives power or loose strength.
We can happy or we can sad.
We can be wise or we can be mad.
We can whisper or shout aloud.
We sit happy or angry stand.
The love grants peace or made a war.
The dreams near or it is too far.
The love is every thing we dream.
It is Salt water or a lovely stream.
He grants darkness or lighting beam.
He rising up or threw to ground.
Loosing balance or look around.
Without love life is desert.
It is a past without present.

Rasheed Alqahas

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