Love Undefined
Love is not defined by a face,
or even in a race.
It’s what’s within,
beneath the human skin.
Deep inside,
where sometimes we tend to hide.
No one ever looks
because they always look at the cover of a book.
You make a masterpiece
although they look for the catastrophe.
Love in undefined.
It can’t even be written in a rhyme,
no matter how hard you try.
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