A Poem (18) ~ Love

Love,
a cruel thing.
Makes you feel on top of a mountain
in the deepest depths.
Can surround you with darkness,
out in the shining sun.
Is it good?
Is it bad?
No answer to that.
Only real things
come with both parts.
To experience the best
some most go through the worst.
Does it matter,
who you love?
A cruel thing,
but also good.

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