what of it, this thing called love?

So what of it, this thing called love?

This thing that drives us beyond and above,

This thing that makes us act like fools,

This thing that makes us feel like we lose.

Love is what we need as people,

An excuse for vows beneath a steeple,

A reason to live, a reason to die,

A reason for truth, a reason to lie,

Love is all these things, and love is none,

Love is start, and love is done,

But we need love like we need air,

Like we need water, like we need care,

We need it to help us fill the hole,

Of the one that loved, and left us before.

So what of it, this thing called love?

If you need a definition, then read above.
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this is just something i was screwing around with one night, and i actually kind of liked it. but it still feels kind of rushed to me. tell me what you think guys.