Two

There are two ways to find love,
in this stew called life.
Matches that were made above,
causing you no strife.

The first is the hardest one,
for people to find.
It is the instant one,
causing two souls to bind.

The second is born of seed,
a seed called friendship.
One that grows and bears its deed,
striking like a whip.

The latter is the best,
for then you know the other.
Then you can build your nest,
and love one another.

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