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It Is Still Love

 

In the very light of a magnificent sunrise

I reflect on the very reason we love?

and when we love

well, it\'s not always sunshine and strawberries is it?

sometimes the skies are yellow 

and in a twist of fate 

death can be the one true very cruel divider 

love can be grief wrapped up in a bow

disguised as something that we think we crave?

we think we need and we hold onto

all the while being the very thing 

that stops us from being who we really are 

love, can take us to the top of a mountain 

and it can also leave us under an avalanche 

be it mud, rocks and even a whole forest

of trees perhaps?

painfully broken, suffocating, in the dark

 

but still in the world in which I live… 

 

it is still love.