This world is filled with love. Everywhere I look I see it, in many forms.
Those younge couples, those old couples, my aunt and uncle, both my best friends.
I see the love I love, but that love clouds my eyes.
I know the dark side of love, the side I'm so afraid of.
The world is filled with hate.
In many human beings, it is so.
In the young, in the old, in every story told.
It's a crazy thing called love, and opposites always attract.
Maybe there's a reason I should be scared, infact.
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