Love makes us, teaches us, and learns. to be, or not.
To be great, a hero, a legend, or not.
To try, to stand, or to always fall down.
Love powers the finger with strength to defeat,
Yet weakens the greatest of warriors.
If the roses are flawed with such vicious thorns,
Are the thorns privileged to have such roses?
Love will play its part inside the human heart,
We must decide the role to which it plays.
For it is love that tortures us in the night,
And it is love that gives the bird its song.
One can never exist without the other.
Together, they both do make us human.
To love, to make, to teach, to learn, to be, or not.
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