Stupid Love.

Call me anything but cynical

As I do believe that love is a miracle.

An emotion that is so pivotal

That we crave and need and more.

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Our eyes are clouded, typical.

But the pain we felt, now invisible!

Why is love not fictional?

Because it feels so much better than before.

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Intensity reaches a pinnacle

As we fall for our individual

Of which anything they are forgivable,

Even walking out of the door!

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With love I feel invincible.

The evidence is unequivocal.

I am certain it is original

And not a lie; which I will ignore.

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My feelings should not be ‘admissible’;

Do not treat me like a criminal!

I have done something predictable;

Let love creep in and allure.

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When love is not reciprocal

We all become quite quizzical,

As to whether love is mythical

Or just another homosapien flaw.

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So call me anything but cynical

As I do believe that love is a miracle.

A miracle that an emotion so subliminal

Has become written in our biological law.