The war on love was not about you
It was neither male nor female
It did not stop you falling in love
It did not start you loving
The war on love did not start with you
It did not start with holding hands
It did not start with your kisses
It did not end your affair
The war on love began before the world
It began like a dream in the eyes of an angel
And before it would lose – it had promised itself
That it would strip all the love from your bones
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Very interesting piece and perspective. Thanks for sharing. Hugs Joni
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Thank you so much, your words are very encouraging.
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Such a sublime and brutal outlook. Kinda like it though! 💜
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You’re great.
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There is some real meaning and depth to your words. I really love your last two lines. Nice work my friend, and it is my pleasure to read your work. Have a blessed weekend. Love J
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Same back at ya.
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