Love
Love is free.
A gift.
Endless in quantity.
Re-usable.
Re-mouldable.
Soft and hard.
Quiet and loud.
You make the rules,
can't help who you love.
Prejudice is natural,
can't expect to be loved.
Love sings to me,
teases me.
Everyday.
You have to earn it,
have I earned it?
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