I heard a song and it sparked my imagination to write this poem/transilation thing.
What is love?
Love is like water rippiling at the slightest movement.
It is danger, at the simpilist mistake it backstabs you.
It is what happens when you hold out your heart in one hand.
A stranger who comes and steals it away.
Then you fall deep into a change.
Deep into love.
What is love?
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