Love is the sweetest thing,
It's also the most painful thing.
Possibly the most uplifting thing,
And the most downcoming thing.

When it's there
It feels good,
All warm and contented inside.
But it's painful,
The suffering,
You feel you have to hide.

Your heart may become someone elses,
An entwining of lives.
But one day it may be ripped from you,
And then that part dies.

To live is Christ, to die is loss
For love he died upon on a cross.

Love is important
It's central to our lives.
To die is to live,
To live is to die,
And love is the reason why.

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