To be loved

People love for they were created to love
Love is holding up the hand that’s falling.
Love has saved my soul from the pride of death
I’d love to not blind the eyes of my heart
Love is a beginning with no end
Nzube John
I love him because I choose too
He would swim through a flowing fire to grab me
I sacrificed a great measure of my irreplaceable time
Stephen Bright
He looked like a moon that’s blue.
Boo Right.


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