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What is love?
Is it want? Is it blind?
Is it fiction of one’s mind?

Clueless, no wonder. Desperation takes over.
Want fills the heart and turns the bright blue sky red.
Bare feet are raw from walking too long
Down a road that was long gone and dead.

But fear it not, for ahead lays the Truth.
This road of blood and tears leads not to him, but to You.
Is this it? What I need?
This is where my heart takes heed.

Now tell, what is love?
Is it truth, not blind?
My heart tells me love is Undefined.