The Big L

Love bats hard and love beastsfast;
Love is nothing if not found at last;
What is love but a four letter word;
emotions running completely absurd;

It's a lot like fame, thrown apart;
For all is only, the truth of thy heart;
You can't touch it, or hold it in your
hand;
it's a curse to all, both women and man;

You hold it close and feel it far,
No matter what sex you are;
Many time you feel the rain;
Sometimes happiest and some day pain;

when it's lost we cry,
Something money can't buy.

by Danny W. Patterson

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