It’s love

Love comes in many form
Dad complains about mom
And then buys her a flower
Why?
Because it’s love.

Love sucks but we covet it
Breaks our hearts, throws us in fit
But we still search for it
Why?
Because it’s love.

Love is exclusive, happens to some
For others it stays mum
But still we wait for the heart to thump
Why?
Because it’s love.

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